knox snooze

Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Malaise

What do you do when you really don't hate your job, but when you've also nearly exhausted your tank of get-up-and-do-it-because-it's-my-responsibility? It'll pass, I'm sure. Going on vacation doesn't help, it just makes me resent the job more for making me come back. Maybe I should just find something I really enjoy doing. I probably should have figured this out by now, no?

Anyone want to sign an overweight, weak-armed and inexperience middle reliever? Seriously, I'm way cheaper than whoever you've got now.
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