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Work is just amazing.
I just found out that I have HOURS next week! Actual, verifiable hours! Lots of them! I will have a big paycheck! I was all happy!

And then I went “Oh, I have hours.”

I mean, I’m not someone who bitches about work a lot? When something genuinely pisses me off, sure, I will tell you about it, blog of mine, but the majority of the time, I’m just fine. I work. It sucks. A lot of the time it makes my right ankle and knee ache. But I get the job done, and I get paid, and it’s no big thing.

At the same time, my schedule changes from week to week and week again. And honestly, I’m pretty well getting sick of it.
I don’t know… I’m a creature of habit for the most part. I like things not to change. This is the sort of thing that gets me into a lot of trouble, feeling that way. I think that, more than ever before, life is just constantly changing nowadays. I wish I could get 1 job and work it for 40 years, but that just isn’t done. You spend a year or two somewhere, or even less, and then you find a better offer and go for it. Change change change…

I don’t know, I think work wouldn’t be so tiring if I didn’t work completely different hours every week. The idea of, you know, working twice the number of hours as I worked last week is kind of a soul-crushing idea, even if I know I can do it. It’s the change that makes it feel worse. If I had actually been getting this number of hours the whole time, then it wouldn’t have been a big deal, would it?

Probably not.
I don’t know.

Anyway, it’ll be nice to get a large cash infusion to my bank account, in any case.