Sounds like you’ve had a pretty easy life
It was pretty good these days
Hey, happy for you!
Heh, on the contrary they may well have had a terrible life but this the only break they’ve had from it ;)
Welcome back. Suffer with us.
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Condolences
Sucks to be you! As for me, I have 2 more days, so I have nothing to worry about ever.
The worst feeling of my life: Siting beside the deathbed of close relative with terminal cancer hoping they go soon to end the suffering.
You fucking baby clearly you’ve never felt the pain your boss feels when you take you’re legally mandated vacation time.
Lol legally mandated vacation? Try living in America
That’s rough. I took a “mental health” day this week that got turned into a day of running errands, so guess who basically worked all through their mental health day off?
Doesn’t matter. Still feels good to get stuff done that’s for you and not for somebody else. I’ve gotten old enough that I’d love doing gardening or fixing stuff around the house on my weekends. That shit’s for me, it makes my life better, not someone else’s.
While I see where you’re coming from, I need time to decompress and just do my own shit, so running the fam around and getting needed errands done was just more work vs actually refreshing my mental state
Burnout fucking sucks and getting recharge times stolen absolutely matters.
Oh no doubt. I’m not saying that I come home and jump into doing chores, I’m saying that doing constructive or productive stuff in your own life can have a good recharge feeling in it’s own way. I certainly come home and veg in front of the computer… but if I spend the whole weekend vegging in front of my computer I end up feeling MORE like shit than I did on Friday. A healthy combination of both leaves me feeling recharged and happy.
Well… At least these don’t way on your mind anymore.
Having a job you don’t hate is such an amazing thing, it’s well worth changing positions every few years if you hate the work, it looks good on a resume and is great for salary.
That being said if you can find a position that is bearable or even enjoyable it’s absolutely not worth risking for salary imo (provided financially sustainability). On paper compared to many of my college peers I’m now pretty far behind in salary due to not pivoting to CS, but in terms of mental health it couldn’t be more different.
There are people that live the life you have on vacation 24x7, and they absolutely hate life. It’s the contrast of the wonderful and the s*** that makes the wonderful, wonderful.
Second to last day of vacation isn’t the worst. Second day after returning is the worst. First day back at work you still think you’re refreshed and life will be better now. End of the second day back you realize it’s the same shit as ever and vacation is just a momentary illusion otherwise.
I feel opposite, but that’s because the boss just went on vacation, so I don’t have to deal with him for a week.
The best feeling of my lie? Getting fired after returning from vacations.
Ideally, one plans vacations between jobs. You just need to safe up some fuck you money.
My vacation ends tomorrow but I’m actually relieved. Not sure if that’s weird.
Anyone who has ever vacationed with kids knows that feeling.
Ah that makes sense. I don’t have kids though.
It’s weird
Some people have a huge list of things they want to do with their very limited freedom from the chains that bind us all. Thus can turn a vacation into a job in away. Running as fast as you can to “accomplish objectives”.
Their life, their choice. It just seems so exhausting to hear people in my life go through these things. To put so much stress on themselves during their vacation.
Considering how expensive and all the sunk costs of these adventures, if things go wrong it can foster negative feelings. These can be draining as well.
I’d rather just drink alone in the basement.
Me too.
Same. Tonight is the last evening I could conceivably go out. I tried to get myself to go out last night, but after my workout I just wanted to put on my warm comfy house clothes and overeat while watching science fiction.
Now I have a new decision. Do I force myself to go out tonight? I’d love to go out dancing, but driving into the city in the dark (and having to drive back) is such a bummer.
