Burnout
I hate my job. I hate my boss. I used to show up early and work late, until I burned out. Then the raises stopped and promotions ended.
My marriage was the same way. I loved my wife. We did everything together for years, until we had to work longer hours to get raises and promotions. Then we saw less of each other and grew apart. Even love can burn out.
We love our kids, but we pressure them too much to succeed in academics and athletics, because we want them to get scholarships and grants, just like we did. They’re burning out too.
Now I sit in my office and stare
out the window at all the people going to work.
Some look happy. They must be new
to the workforce, in their early twenties.
The older ones look burned
out. They must be my age, approaching
thirty.
