This week has been a long one, even though I can't believe it's already Thursday.
I'm apathetic about work. Running late in the morning? Meh. Putting off tasks for a couple of days? No one seems to care. Daydreaming and reading the internet a little bit more than I probably should be? Oh well. At least I'm here!
I feel like my passion is gone. And it's no fun to be doing stuff you aren't passionate about anymore.
I want to open my furniture business, or become a landlord of a property. Or hell, delivering stuff might be a fun change!
I don't know. I've had mini semi-midlife crises like this before, but this one jut sucks because I really, really like my coworkers a lot. And I just celebrated my 5 year anniversary, and that's something to be damned proud of! And...my health insurance is pretty ok...? I dunno. I really don't.
Every morning it's a struggle to get out of bed. Every day, it's a struggle to keep doing my work I'm supposed to be doing. It all just feels wrong, dammit.