february 24 in twenty-seven

  • Feb. 28, 2014, 8:18 p.m.
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I ended up working eight hours yesterday, and another ten today.

Two years ago, even one year ago, I didn't mind this. Now I feel like I have a right to my own life. Why should my job take up so much of my time? They get 40 hours. Maybe 45 on a bad week, but that's it. Want to know the last time I worked only 45 hours? I can't even remember. How is that okay? If they need more work done, they should hire more people. I'm not that person anymore.

I need a new job.


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