I have to give 35h of my weeks, spread on 5 days. My job is physically and mentally tiring so much so that I can't even practice my passion. And barely see my friends because we all work. I don't date because I don't have the time or the energy. I basically feel like I'm alive to work a job that I hate. I'm on minimum wage after 2 years of working for the same company and can't even get my own place. I don't have any family members that could be my guarantor for an apartment which would at least make me feel better.
I know this must sound ridiculous to people who work 50h a week with kids and whatever but that's how I feel. I tried talking about it with my friends and they made me feel like I'm childish and that's the way the world goes. But I started to realize that it's actually messing with my head. I'm counting hours that separates me from going to work. And when I'm there I keep thinking about the pointlessness of everything I do there. And all the things I could be doing right now. And all the things I'm missing. And all the time I won't get back with my family. I'm counting how many hours I get between sleeping, eating, commuting. And even when I'm actually enjoying my time with my friends I catch myself counting how many hours I still have to enjoy myself before going back there.
Anyway. Thanks for reading my rant. I just needed to get this out there.