Well. Last week I procrastinated all of my work SO badly, that now today I’m too busy to think about the ever-present existential dread and am instead operating in a sort of hyper-focused panic mode.
So that’s always an option.
Zone out for approximately 4-5 days.
No cure. Just the ever present void stopped only by the insistence that other people like me and need me so I should stick around for them if not for myself. It’s another day to make someone else happy even if I’m not.
I cured my back-to-work blues by going part time. Much rather live a frugal life than an anxious one.
(Obviously YMMV)
I tried this but ended up self-employed working about twice as much while intending to only be part time.
Still, the principle was sound 😆
Monday is the second day of my weekend, so it’s probably my favourite day.
Tuesday though? Oh boy. We don’t like Tuesdays.
Monday is the third day of my shift and a short one too.
In one hour, Vodafone continued fuck up of my new line will continue. They have until midnight to connect my line.
I’m meant to be going onto fttp fancy pants fibre but they decided I don’t need an engineer to install the new line from my house to the fibre street network. They then sent me the router and said plug it in and I’ll get the speed promised which is amazing as the entire time I’ve been on this line I’ve only ever gotten 22mbps.
The missus gunna go ape shit with no Internet tomorrow.
Have you tried not being British?
