Because the last day is spent mentally preparing myself for the next 4 working days and thinking about how miserable all this shit is. All the stresses I'll encounter, the fatigue (both mental and physical) and everything else. It's so hard for me to enjoy my last day off knowing what's ahead.
Anyone else have this issue? It's like I can't enjoy the time I do have because I'm all too aware of how much time I don't have.
Work, eat, sleep. On repeat, forever and ever. With a sliver of free time here and there.
This is life and I hate it. Why does it have to be like this? I'm worn down to the studs.
Can't wait to keep doing this for another who the hell knows how many years. Anyway, better get back to my 12 hours/day job.