Currently I work 50 hours a week. I feel as if I have no time after work. Either I’m annoyed from 10 hours in the same place, or I feel pressured to prep for the next day of work meaning I can’t go out and enjoy life. I pretty much in a cycle I hate.
• From 5-5 I work, this includes getting ready in the morning & the commute between work.
• 5-7 cook eat and clean.
• 7-9 is chaotic. Usually I try to work in my little home shop, I’m caught up doing chores running errand buying groceries out with my girlfriend while always trying to squeeze in my dogs daily walk.
• 9 to 11 I back lunch, shower, study or watch Netflix.
It’s so repetitive it makes me sick.
The ironic part is this is what I’ve always wanted to do for work. I peaked at it in my first job out of school. I make 20 an hour and work in the best shop in town, according to a few folks… they having profit sharing and 30 days off, but that include your sick days, vacation, appointments, emergencies. So you gotta plan ahead.
They’re pretty cool none the less. I’m honestly humbled to be there, I’ve been learning a lot. From understanding the business to bettering my own skill and mindset. I feel like I understand life differently now and it makes me value my old job a little more …
I used to be basically self employed working with a 3 man crew doing minor remodeling. We had a good thing going. There would be days we working 10 hours, days we worked 4 hours. Jobs varied we got better and more efficient. We had constant work, but time was more flexible. Either was more fluid and yet different everyday. Now everything is so stricter and stiff. All while I make less after a 50 hour work weeks.
I feel disappointed, I was so exited for life. But now it just feel like a rat race and I’m waiting to die. I’m cute taking saving up to move states and start a new life. I’m hopeful the universe will give more freedom and love. But now now I’m suffer in this misery and gain experience erince. I’m grateful none the less, but my head is driving my crazy there.