Today I had my “wtf am I doing this for?” Moment.
Been working since I was 12, always thought the dream was achievable, or at least just a few steps away from my grasp.
I've worked blue collar since I got out of the Army, and prior to joining. (prolly gonna catch some flak for that, but I'd do it again).
I always thought, hey just gotta get the NEXT promotion, the NEXT raise, the NEXT step is the one you need.
Nah.
Fuck it.
I work 70hrs+ at a very well paying career and I had to choose between paying for groceries, light bill, and a speeding ticket.
I have a warrant for my arrest for the first time in my life and I WAS A COP at 20!
Seriously, idk how most people are making it. But I know I'll never go to school and get a degree, I won't get the last 7 years traveling away from family and friends (some now long gone) back, and I will continue to spend holidays and nice summer days killing myself to fix machines that could wait another day for the wrenches. I'm sick of it. I want work life balance, not WORK IS LIFE.
I've started rebelling and charging for sending texts and doing reports that take 20 minutes.
Maybe I'm in the wrong place, but enough is enough. All the benefits in the world can't keep me killing myself.