Not very happy at work

The longer I stay in my job, the more mornings that I don't want to get out of my bed.

The longer I stay in my job, the more I get used to it, and the accompanying generous months of paid leave.

It's strange. Sometimes, every morning for a week, I wake up thinking that yes, this is the day I'll play hooky and take a false MC and pay the doctor for that one glorious day off that I can use to regain my nerves and sit in the library and read all morning and take a afternoon nap after lunch.

And then I somehow pull my unwilling body to work, scream for about 4 hours, stone for about another 2 or 3 or 4 after lunch, and then marvel at the fact that I actually managed through another workday.

I find it a miracle of God that I actually managed to get through so many weeks without succumbing to the MC path of temptation. [aside from the one day that I was actually sick] My [seemingly] robust health at times seems like a blessing and a burden.