My entire life has offered two options - time or money

Never both

In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.

Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.

The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)

I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)

It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.

I’m so

Fucking

Existentially

Tired

And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone