I don’t like it here. This job doesn’t make sense anymore. I want to dig holes for a living so that at least I’ll know when the job is done. I don’t like these people. They don’t like me. I want to hide. I can’t remember why I ever liked doing this. Why do they pay me for this shit? Am I just not doing what I’m good at? I’m good at talking and giving opinions and coming up with solutions to problems. Here it feels like I’m shuffling paper, responding to useless emails, and making status reports.
I’m tired. I want my girl. I want to ride my bike. I want to sweat. I don’t want to sit anymore.