Of work...and not much else
Every weekend, an existential crisis takes over me. For someone who is so inherently lazy, a lack of work surprisingly unnerves me. I often do not do much about it, though. “Too much time” is never a problem when you can sleep at will. It has been over five months since I started working again. Not all weekends were as empty as this. Sometimes forced, sometimes voluntary - but there was often “just enough” work to do on the weekend. This was even more true especially in the beginning, when I was struggling to keep up with the demands of my job. For the last couple of months, I have begun to realize that I needed to work on the weekend. Because, simply put, there was nothing else to do. Not that I did not try. Since October, I have watched ~35 seasons of sitcoms on Netflix. And that is not counting all the MKBHD and Mr. Mobile videos I have watched on YouTube. I may or may not have spent my working days (and nights) watching an entire season of King Julien. Lunch times, half hour bre