“I hate my job, I hate my job, I hate my job…” Every Monday it’s the same. You wake up. Open your eyes. Shake off the hazy remnants of the dream you were having. You try to remember what day it is. Your heart sinks. Your stomach drops. Monday....
My gut was screaming, “This isn’t me!” And yet every day I put on a mask – the face of someone who wanted to be there. I felt like a fake at work, and it sucked. We’ve all been there. That awesome outfit in the trendy shop that you just know is going...
Oh God. Another week in my boring, I-want-to-claw-my-eyes-out-rather-than-be-here job was stretching out interminably ahead of me. I’d just had an awesome weekend, filled with seeing friends, was feeling pleasantly full after having a delicious roast dinner, and was...
