That's rough. I took a "mental health" day this week that got turned into a day of running errands, so guess who basically worked all through their mental health day off?
Doesn't matter. Still feels good to get stuff done that's for you and not for somebody else. I've gotten old enough that I'd love doing gardening or fixing stuff around the house on my weekends. That shit's for me, it makes my life better, not someone else's.
While I see where you're coming from, I need time to decompress and just do my own shit, so running the fam around and getting needed errands done was just more work vs actually refreshing my mental state
Burnout fucking sucks and getting recharge times stolen absolutely matters.
There are people that live the life you have on vacation 24x7, and they absolutely hate life. It's the contrast of the wonderful and the s*** that makes the wonderful, wonderful.
The worst feeling of my life: feeling like I might have to give up all material possessions and flee the country after November because I'm a trans and leftist immigrant
Second to last day of vacation isn’t the worst. Second day after returning is the worst. First day back at work you still think you’re refreshed and life will be better now. End of the second day back you realize it’s the same shit as ever and vacation is just a momentary illusion otherwise.
Same. Tonight is the last evening I could conceivably go out. I tried to get myself to go out last night, but after my workout I just wanted to put on my warm comfy house clothes and overeat while watching science fiction.
Now I have a new decision. Do I force myself to go out tonight? I'd love to go out dancing, but driving into the city in the dark (and having to drive back) is such a bummer.