The Slog 

I don’t enjoy my present situation at work.  So, I feel like it makes time move slower every moment I’m there.  Of course, there are a few bright exceptions when I have a laugh with people I do enjoy.

Mostly, work is a slog. Taking an hour to get there every morning gives me time to really work myself into a lather of loathing.  It also gives me time to converse with the elephant that sits on my chest and shoulders. 

I really think I should try to stay more positive.  I keep doing my work, and some of it is good work (what the powers that be will allow anyway.)  It’s hard though. It goes against every fiber of my being to go somewhere every day that makes me so unhappy. 

This is where people would say, if you don’t like it, leave.  That’s the problem, the way we look for and find jobs makes that a slog as well.  It’ll happen, and I hope soon, until then, I have to power through since I don’t have the luxury of being able to be without the income. 

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