The equation is complicated and I'm not ready to find the solution. This is not new, it has been 10 years since I dry before this equation. I've always been bad at math. And yet I spend my days doing an addition, projections, charts, budgets, forecasts, analysis .... I spend my days to do what I hate and I have more time for what I love.
I thought about your answers: The most obvious is to work less.
I know from my maternity leave I'm not made for doing nothing.
should therefore halftime, a 3 / 4 time, see a job as "freelance, or temporary. I always thought that acting would suit me, I who have all the time need to change ...
Well, not that much, since it is at least 6 years that I am bored, I turn around, that I'm looking for something else and never do anything or almost.
Once I was about to sign elsewhere, but the girl that I was hired resigned a week before signing the contract.
Another time, I even went so far to spend several interviews PR agency but I realized along the way that I was sharing a donkey against a mule. And I left without regret.
Since then, I Ponder, I plan, I fantasize, I dream, I make lists, and I plan ... nothing.
There are probably some deep psychological reasons that cause I can not give up this job, fears buried: insecurity, emptiness ....
But I'm fed up, I'm fed up, I saturate.
This week is a little harsh sentence of my bosses that broke the camel's already full of frustrations.
"Ah well you, you're just like Cinderella at the stroke of 18h, you disappear." And yes I'm like Cinderella, and he is so stupid and ugly that Javotte
... I can not stand this culture of availability 24hrs on 24 / 7 / 7.
I can not stand.
It is time for me to get a kick in the ass, it's time I go, as I take the bar with both hands. This time, I have a great motivation: my koala.
For once, the equation is simple. If I spend 15 minutes more to a job which m'assèche, I arrived too late to play a bit with Anthony, to read him a story, or just a little fun in the bath. And everything becomes a chain stressful accomplished without pleasure, a knot in his stomach. And I did not wait so long, I do not have sacrificed so much for now sacrifice my koala on the altar of success in the realm of junk Boys' Club. At follow
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