Now the guilt: I should be ecstatic to have a job. I mean, everyone there says "please" and "thank you" without being reminded, and no one has bellowed for me from the far reaches of the building even once. The only reason I'm bored is because I don't understand what I'm doing yet.
So wrote the working stiff, defensively.
And may I just add: how people hold down full-time jobs (regardless of content) and raise children is beyond me. When I was dealing with my first son's infancy, I used to think on the stressful job I put on hold with longing. I'd tell people TWO of those jobs would be easier than a newborn. I guess it's the combination of the two that's killer. The transitions feel, internally, like the sound a 10-ton Mac truck makes when it misses a few gears.
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