“If you hate your job, you hate your life.”
– Dale Partridge
I really want to quit. But I feel like I can’t.
I’m burning out. Burned out. Beyond burned out.
And no one seems to care.
“Just keep going. We’re depending on you!”
I’m running myself into the ground.
First-world problems, I know…
Maybe I’m just tired.
I never want to hear that phone ring again.
Why can’t people ever think for themselves?
In my dark moods I think some people are too stupid to live.
I’m tired of being a doormat.
I feel like my work is stupid and meaningless.
I hate myself for doing something only for money and being so gutless.
How much longer do I have to keep doing this?