Just sitting here thinking back on when I was working Sunday nights were simply horrendous. I actually didn't "hate" my job , but the Sunday night dread of the week ahead--the awful small talk in the elevator on Monday morning " how was your weekend" , the boss and his "anything big coming up this week". The communal bathroom stalls , OMG ugh! List goes on and on.
Oh man, I'm sitting here yet also cringing on how that would feel.
Immensely grateful that I planned right, got lucky, whatever.....I'm just so damn happy I'm not having to work any longer.
Oh man, I'm sitting here yet also cringing on how that would feel.
Immensely grateful that I planned right, got lucky, whatever.....I'm just so damn happy I'm not having to work any longer.