Well, it didn't take much longer than 17 seconds for me to want to slam my forehead into my workstation, upon arriving at work today.
I know that out there, somewhere, many someones are wishing for jobs, and I know that I don't really have too much cause to bitch and complain - but right now, I really, really hate my job.
It is a familiar sense that swallows me now - one part resignation, one part apathy and two parts frustration. It is a beast I can no longer outrun, and the motivation to battle onwards eludes me now. Today I felt a shift as I realised all that I wanted to do was run away and be gone from this environment - and more than being a momentary glitch, it was instead a notion that settled into my bones and made itself a home. I haven't felt this way for a really long time, and I recognise it as the beginning of the end.
Where to from here?