I am going to Bed now feeling like I am going to let people down tommorow. I am paralyzed with facing what I have to at work. It is twice as bad because it is a job that I have grown to hate.
I just want things to end. I have one last debt to pay and then I will be square with the world. This job allows me to pay it but the job just erodes what is left of an already fractured spirit.
I want to die. That would also make me square with the world
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What kind of job is it? Is it something mentally and physically demanding, something extreme? Or is it something so monotonous and tedious and pointless that it’s mind-killing?
It seems that most jobs fall into one of these two extremes. What a world we live in, huh?