Dear Constant Reader, I wish sometimes I could express how deeply grateful I am for your constant patience and assistance. We've gone through some dark times together and you've seen me through on every occasion.
Thankfully I haven't really been depressed for over 4 years now, not like I used to be as a teenager anyway! And I'm not depressed now, but I am very unhappy. The happiness I feel on a Friday and the extreme unhappiness I feel on a Monday morning may give you a clue to the cause of my distress.
I don't want to work any more. I'm not kidding. When I say that obviously I need employment unless I'm going to start living like they do on the Good Life (a dream way better than reality I think). But I don't want to work for anyone else. I don't like the 9 - 5 existence, I don't like office politics and I really don't like having to put up with racist and abusive customers simply because they are not my customers but the company's customers.
So I've been thinking, and I'll continue to think, on ways of escaping this dreary existence... something unexpected. I see so many people working for themselves, thanks to my job of supplying them with office supplies, and I know it's possible. I just need to give it some thought and effort.