Can you relate?

I very much appreciate being able to earn a living. However, there are times I just don't want to be there.

I don't work within a particularly inspiring work culture and honestly, it drains the life out of me.

Having to commute 3 hours and then spend 8 in silence among people I wish I'd never met is oddly spiritually exhausting.

*I've applied for another job; (my last offer was rescinded due to some arbitrary HR policy) and am awaiting the verdict. I just needed to get this off of my chest.

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CleverFunnyNameGoesHere · F

I feel the same way about work. The last job I had the work culture was terrible. And my coworkers were cruel and mean every fucking day. But I was a single mom at the time who had to work and pay rent and feed her kid. But it just destroyed me. Even just applying for jobs puts me into a state of panic and leaves me crying.