It’s always in times like these, when I’m dragging my feet having to do something I really don’t want for work, that I think of switching my major.
That was my thought process back when I was at university. From chemical engineering to pharmacy, or chemistry, or sociology, or some vague collection of humanities courses and a language/area minor, or maybe English literature, though I don’t think have the patience for this last one.
Social work sounds interesting.
A few more episodes of Judging Amy, then bed, then up in the wee hours to do work, before actually going to work.
Keep on, keepin’ on.