There have been a few times over the last few weeks that I have wanted to do something completely rash...like quit my job.
If I wasn't the sole bread-winner in the household, I probably would have. Bottom line is this: The job provides for my material well-being, but at the same time, it's killing me.
When I think about the things that make me unhappy --and there are a lot of them, admittedly-- the most significant and daily ones are associated with the job.
Commuting. I don't want to do it anymore. Ideally, I would like to be in walking distance of my job. I'd be replacing a stressful and aggravating near-two hours on the road with a nice relaxing, stress-releasing walk. To some people that would be a nightmare. To me, that sounds like heaven.
Shift work. I don't want to do it anymore. I've been changing my schedule every three months or so for three and a half years now. There are people I've lost touch with completely in that time, others I haven't seen or talked to in months. I have yet to see a relationship survive a schedule change and I'm losing hope that I'll ever have a "normal life" where I can enjoy common things like holidays and sleeping at night.
On Thursday I was casually looking at jobs online and found one that meets this criteria. Thursday night my attitude was "Well, that's nice," but there was little urgency or interest. But the idea percolated all day Friday and today, I think I'm at the point where I want to make this dream come true.
Being asked to work a 12 hour day tomorrow helped...
I said, sure, okay, whatever you need. But I wanted to say, "What the fuck, man? Hire more people."