Worked a kitchen job and a desk job back to back. The difference in how time moves is unreal.

I spent 3 years slinging plates at a diner in Toledo before I landed a data entry gig. At the restaurant, 8 hours felt like 16 with no breaks and feet that screamed. At the desk, I'd look up at the clock and somehow 4 hours had passed while I did nothing important. The diner crushed my body but the desk job crushed my spirit, honestly. Has anyone else jumped between totally different dead end worlds like that? Which kind of misery do you pick when you have to?

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reese_garcia20d ago

Kinda felt this in my soul lol. The spirit crushing is way worse than the body crushing.

jason_kelly820d ago

Wait, you actually felt it in your soul though?