I'm really starting to lose my mind not working. Usually it's halfway through the fourth day of no-work when I start to unravel and get anxious, but for whatever reason it didn't hit me until the end of day 5. I want to go back to work, like right now. I don't care if people call me a workaholic, I feel like I'm just rotting away in my apartment right now. Send help.
people who enjoy work are alien creatures
Quote from: Verbatim on March 22, 2020, 11:33:30 AMpeople who enjoy work are alien creaturesIt's not so much as work as it is normal routine and something to do Also what is your avatar and why have you changed it
I typically fill my day with excursions and brief meets with friends so this is killing me. It's nice to be alone, but it is hard to always be alone.
Both of my jobs are considered essential services so I'll literally be working to the last man standing or unless the government orders food stores to shut down. I'm already pulling twenty hour days on shifts because the rest of my co-workers are burning out and I seem to be the only one not complaining or dropping and sleeping on the spot over the massive backload and hours per shift of work to do.
besides video games, this'll give me a bit more time to make some headway on my book
Waiting for all this lewd art we're suppose to get from artists staying home