Recovery

Many moons ago, I read a list of signs that you need to switch jobs. One of the items on the list was "Sunday nights depress you". Boy, howdy, I knew what that meant. There is a foreboding feeling that grows within you once you've realized your allotted two days' off are pretty much gone.

Fuck, you think to yourself, the awareness now fully realized within you that you are staring down the barrel of another five straight days of boredom and/or misery.

It's nice to be free of that feeling. It's nice to be able to look at my upcoming work week and realize that it isn't always going to be a contiguous five-day marathon of suckitude with Friday the only possible solace. I now have flexibility and freedom in a way I never thought possible before. It's rewarding. It makes my job feel more like a career and less like a prison sentence.