But then, why would I have to specify that?
You can say 'I am not drunk'. You can be drunk, or not.
Or today have a completely irrelevant to alcohol migraine, maybe from work- or relationship- stress.
So, you are a manager, a waiter, a technician, a whatever-officer.
You are 'Mary the officer'. This is your ID. Your job. Fair enough, considering that you spend 8-9 hours per working day around it.
Gad if... my Job is who I am, it sucks that I hate it.
If my job is not who I am, every day, I'd leave my life and jump to another dimension of unwanted compromise, and then, jump back to my real life.
I see the fallacy of that viewpoint, don't you? It's impossible to split in two. My job and my life just can not be separated no matter how I want it. And how sad it is I do.
OK, so... what?
Well, since I cannot simply classify my job as dead hours of somebody else's life. I'd have to put some of my own life in those stranger-hours. How to? Difficultly. The only way: dfkadlkfbnadldfgfdfgfghjk.
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