Sitting in the condo, ready to face the workday.
Everyone else is asleep. They get vacation days, you know. Where you check out and sleep in and do whatever the fuck you want to do, whenever the fuck you want to do it.
No conference calls for them. No feeling that their personal worth is about zero.
Sometimes if I wonder if being exposed to how normal people live isn’t good for me. I mean, I see how life should be like. Then I have to suck it up and go back to the way things are, with a sick mom at home, an impending move, expenses out the wazoo and work that never ends.
My righteous indignation stems from the fact that others seem to get to work hard and have a life and get a break. And that’s a luxury I just don’t get afforded. But I hang on for the dream of maybe someday, it will all be worth it. And I will know what I want, when I can finally have it.