The day job. Torture of all tortures.
SIGH. I've been caught in the day-job-glue-trap since (roughly) Memorial Day weekend and haven't been able to get out.
And I really, truly, have nothing to complain about. I have many friends have are forced to schlep into Manhattan on the subway to work at a job they hate, for people they hate, doing work they find uninteresting, for a wage they think is unfair. I'm fortunate enough to not be one of them.
I work in my family's business. I'm an attorney, so the work (at least to me) is always interesting and stimulating. My hours are flexible. Working for dad gives you the ability to say, "Seriously, Dad? Can't I do this tomorrow? Would it kill you to wait a few hours?" (Nonetheless, it also gives him the ability to call you at 11:00pm at night and dump a whole crapload of work on your plate....which negates the whole "DAY" job definition, but I digress.)
However......HOWEVER......
HOWEVER. No matter how fantastic the job, how great the pay, or how wonderful the people you work with, when that day job takes you away from your true passion--the one job you wish you had more time for, the job you feel you were born to do, the job that you'd stay up all hours of the night doing without even looking at the clock once-- it sucks. Yes, the day job has thrown a serious monkey wrench in my writing/reading/blogging time this summer and my level of resentment is sky freakin' high at the moment.
Anyone else have a day job they both love and resent all at the same time? Hop on my misery train for a few stops and tell me about it!