It wasn’t being able to log off at 5 p.m. everyday.
It wasn’t when my supervisor said, “It’s your vacation time. You decide when you to use it,” when I went cap-in-hand to take time off a few weeks after starting.
It wasn’t even being able to take my time to do something properly, as opposed to half-assing it just to move on to the next dumpster fire.
It was logging in Monday morning after not working all weekend, then opening Outlook without my butthole puckering in dread and fear.
That, that makes it all worthwhile. I can’t believe that one stupid blue-and-white icon inspired such Pavlovian rectum-tightening in me.
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