The job isn't even bad. My bosses are genuinely amazing. My advisor is fantastic. The commute isn't bad, just 30 minutes.
I just do not want to wake up at 5:30 AM. It is 12:05AM as I start writing this.
Every job I've ever had, even this career that I thought I was passionate about and went to school for, makes me feel this way.
It's like I'm not meant to be alive, at least according to this system. Seriously contemplating calling in. If I'm lucky I'll get just over 5 hours of sleep. This job is just taking up so much of my time during the week and then on my weekends “off” (which really aren't off) that I want to die. I can't enjoy a single second of life because I'm either at work, doing work shit so I'm prepped for another day of work, or dreading the inevitable arrival of Monday.
Yup, I'm just venting. I do not feel in control of my own life. I am dreading my future because of work. Thank you.