Also, you know another sign you hate work (this may be a no-brainer to others, but this is a revelation to me)? I dread going into work. You know, as much as I initially hated The Fourth Department, I had grown to like and even love going there. I have my own little space, I didn't have anybody I really needed to answer to, I didn't even really have a co-worker I had to chit-chat with. I was my own fiefdom, and once I learned how to do most of the work, I felt like I ruled back there. But then my boss started to really micro-manage me, and a place I once loved has changed, and I think irrevocably. So I think it's time to move on.
A part of me is just fantasizing, like this is a platonic affair where I do nothing too serious but I wind up going back to my job. And yet at the same time I would feel absolutely dejected that I might continue to get stuck in a place that, more and more often, I don't want to be in. And so I apply for jobs, and I think I will continue to apply for jobs, till I find something other, something better.
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