Nevermind what goes on when you actually get there.
It's at times like these when i'd definitely rather be somewhere sunny. A secluded beach in the tropics, with an internet connection, enough money to live comfortably on, and an endless supply of weed.
Living the dream, man. Living the dream.
Like, work is getting up at a time you don't want to get up at. It's going to a place you don't want to go to. And then doing things you don't really want to do.
The only thing that makes it half way bearable is the people you work with. They're in the same boat as you, so why not make it as tolerable as possible for each other? And sometimes, you really appreciate them.
Otherwise, it just feels like a series of running battles at the moment. You win some, you lose some, but they're still battles - draining, exhausting, and not what life should be about.
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