For the past two weeks at work, I've had three projects that had to get done and were in danger of not getting done unless I BUSTED MY ASS.
As we all head into the Thanksgiving week, I have, indeed, busted said ass. I go into Monday with the great majority of my work done.
This is the first job I've had where I was actually responsible for something. Where it mattered if I did a good job or came in on weekends to work extra.
People feel good about different things. I feel good about having an intellectually satisfying job. Were I given a choice: Allegedly soulful lover or intellectually satisfying job... THE JOB. Without question. (The former is utterly a facade.)
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