My job gives me a lot of fucking anxiety. My job causes more stress in my life than any other factor.
My job gives me enough money that I can support the lifestyle I am currently living. My life as elevated me to middle class which I do enjoy.
My job forces me to maintain a schedule, which may be better for my mental health, but it drains all my energy. The drain of energy and time as led me to abandon all of my hobbies. I procrastinate responsibilities that could be handled in a single day.
My job connected me to new friends, who also hate working here and we can drink and cry and shit-talk our workplace together.
My job (or my boss rather) are flexible enough that they haven't fired me for coming in 20-60 minutes late literally every single day.
My job will look fuxking stellar on my resume when I blow this popsicle stand.
Ideally I would like to not have a wagie job at all. I would like to stay hone and cook and make the house look nice for Alice and our fur babies while stilling living a comfy upper middle class lifestyle and traveling a lot.