I've been trying to find a balance between my new job and my previous commitments with little success. Long commutes coupled with windowless training rooms where everything is scheduled down to the minute (including a gratuitous 3 minute pee break) are starting to wear me thin, and although I'm spending a ludicrous amount of time just sitting at a desk I am exhausted at the end of the day. My mood alternates somewhere between anxiety over finding another job and frustration about putting myself into this scenario. Mostly, I can feel myself quietly slipping into a space of hopelessness, which is ridiculous given that if someone were to tell me that THEY were experiencing this situation I would metaphorically slap them in the face and tell them to wake the fuck up and get back to reality. Because reality is that there are lots of opportunities and no end of options. I just need to remind myself of that sometimes.
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