This means, traffic is going to be awful as hell as every man and his dog packs his bags and tries to leave the city for three days. This also means that I have to settle into the idea of working through the next 3 hours in an attempt to miss the bulk of the mass evacuation of Sydney. Joy.
Coming back to work this week, and I feel tired and uninspired, especially when I know that once I get home I can unleash my creativity and sink my teeth into my personal projects, where I have the freedom to do what I feel.
I hate the feeling of my work feeling mundane. I don't care what anyone says either, it shouldn't be. How awful would it be, to lead a life working 5 days a week, 48 weeks of the year for 40 years, bored out of your brain and hating what you do? It makes me shudder.
I once worked with a manager than proclaimed that work was not to be fun or enjoyed, hence it was called work. You work for your time off and it's then you can enjoy yourself. Being unhappy was the norm, and if you found any joy in what you were doing you were A - not working or B - not working hard enough.
No thanks. Not spending the rest of my life miserable, even if most think it's unrealistic. I don't want to be one of the ones who look forward to the 4 week escape that is annual leave.