I don’t know what I’m feeling
There’s a joke among cubicle dwellers that management is necessary so you have someone who’s far enough removed from the work so that they still think it’s worth doing.
That’s increasingly what I feel about almost everything. It’s like the energy cost to start a task, or even just to give a shit about it, has gone up so much. Even the stuff I used to do for fun, like cooking, has mostly turned into a necessary grind
but, you know, it comes and goes
