I’m bored.
Eight hours a day, five times a week. Sometimes even more — tired, yet we receive a meager slip, less than eight hours of sleep. Life, the way it is.
Join audio, start video, end meeting for all — gone are the days stuck in traffic and lunch outs. Instead, we stay at home, get out of bed five minutes before work, scroll through our phones, check emails, and then the day is over.
I’m bored.
Boredom is for the privileged. Without selling your soul to the corporate world for forty hours a week on average, how can you pay your bills and eat three times a day?
I’m bored.
The choice is yours — how to spend your days, where to work, what to eat, how to not be bored. But instead, I remain bored.
Looking forward to the weekend — unless there is work. Are you really bored or are you burnt-out?
