suicide? appreciating the good moments of the day without thinking about the wider hell you’re in, somehow?
Small acts of rebellion. Take extra long breaks. Automate parts of my job and then don’t tell anybody that I did it. Break some shit on purpose and act like it was an accident. Steal as much stuff that isn’t nailed down as possible. The list would go on, but I’d honestly have no idea what I would actually do in that situation.
I’m certainly not giving it 100% at whatever job I’m working at. I would say form a union, but that’s hard to do when you are working for 56 hour workweeks plus commute, not including overtime. That’s assuming the 7 day workweek remains 8 hour shifts rather than moving down to something like 6 hour shifts with an unpaid lunch break.
I work 35 hours a week, and I go to university for around 25. Last year I had 7 day weeks all year and it was very much not fun.
I could do it if I had to for a bit, but the whole ‘being too exhausted to exist’ thing gets old fast.
I did that at 20. I had three part-time (ohai Calgary) jobs at one point, trying to perpetuate this schooling habit.
So tired. At 20 I was failing to exist. I can’t imagine that now.
Cow town has no chill. I’m tempted to take on another job, but right now I only have one day completely off and it’s just. Not. Enough. Time.
Like, I have to decide each week how much cleaning gets done or if I’m making food that week. There isn’t enough time to do cleaning and shopping, and I’m busy most days 10am-1am between work and school, assuming I sleep 7 hours a night.