The 8-year itch
I love my job. I’ve been here 8 years.
I hate my job. I’ve been here 8 years.
I’m good at my job.
I’m starting to be bad at my job.
My job has been one of my most defining characteristics.
I don’t know who I am anymore, sometimes.
I love my job. It makes my marriage the second most dysfunctional relationship I have.
Maybe I’m just having a bad week.
Why is it only Tuesday?