It’s the final Tuesday of the month. Do you care?
Not really, no. All it means, really, is that next Tuesday will be the first day I haven’t written in a month. Although there’s still a few days left, I think I’ve proven to myself that I can still keep a commitment to something sometimes tedious.
By the same token, though, the fourteen months I’ve spent in this horrible, very bad job indicate teh same thing.
I’ve endured a lot in my life. Some of it deserved. Some of it undeserved. But all of it flavors my values, who I am.
I can endure a lot; the quetion is why do I keep doing it? When will I get to do something that I really enjoy professionally again? I’ve considered a lot lately, mainly to get out of my current situation, but should I go do something else I really won’t enjoy, for very little money?
But one day of work left. I’m ready for a break.