I sat surrounded by people who could handle the level of boredom that came with the role. I’d be productive enough to seem busy, but the truth is I was bored. So fucking bored. People never give credit to how exhausting it is to pretend to be busy. It’s soul destroying. All for what? A rat race. To see who can die with the most money. Looking back at the quite ridiculous weekends that made up nearly a third of my life I can only see it as a form of escapism from the dreary existence of working in a job I didn’t have any passion for.
