Poll incoming.
Needless to say I hate my job. Does it pay the bills? Yes. Do I make a comfortable living? Yes. 6 figures? Not even half that. But I'm fucking miserable. First thought when I get in every morning: is it finishing time yet? Worst time of the week: Sunday night, cos I know what's coming. Does it affect me mentally? Yes, I want to die. Now would be good. Is there anything positive I get out of it? It gives me a reason to see my therapist every month. 8 hours a day 5 days a fucking week. Goddamn. I appreciate it, don't get me wrong. Being able to go out and earn a decent living, it's a luxury that many could only dream of. But the job itself is killing me, draining my soul of its life energy. Interesting? Nope. Challenging? Nope. Watching paint dry would be more challenging and interesting. Good people? Meh.
You?