nobody told me this when I started working a 9-5:
- it's not even a 9-5. every job I've had has been 8 to 6.
- you get home, cook dinner, and don't feel like doing anything else for the rest of the day. then it's right back to work before you know it.
- you used to play guitar. you used to read books. you used to work out. they just slowly get phased out of you and you don't even notice it happening.
- you eat lunch at your desk because the job is understaffed and you have too much to do. that "1 hour break" they sold you doesn't exist.
- you leave the house at 7. you get home at 6. you are physically and mentally exhausted. this is a "good" day.
- you sit at your desk and can't get past 5 minutes without being the most bored you've ever been in your life
- you feel ready to have a mid-life crisis in 3 years let alone before you turn 40
- one day you realise you're giving up 5 days of your life every single week just to have a few hours at night and 2 days on the weekend. and you just accept it.