Burning Out

I am seriously burning out at my job. I no longer find any sense of purpose there. Every weekday morning I wake up and think something along the lines of 'Crap. It's morning again, and I have to get up and go to work.'

I am not happy about this development. I have been in my job for a year, and while it was never my dream job (that does not involve leaving home for work), it was great because hey, I'm working in the city, I can meet friends for lunch, it's nearly twice as much money as I've ever made before. The list of things I was excited about then went on for much longer, I'm sure, but these are the only ones I can remember now, 13 months later. Only now, I have different reactions to even these:

• It's more money. Yes, it is more money. While that is a great thing, over the last year I have stopped spending money on the goofy little things I used to, and have started actually making payments on my student loans. This leaves me little funds left for things like food and gas money, let alone trying to save up for a new car, or a new computer.
• I can meet friends for lunch. Actually, I can't. Yes, I'm now working a lot closer to where some of my friends work. Unfortunately, I don't really get a lunch break. I have to put up a little sign if I'm even running to the bathroom, because if I'm not at the desk, and someone comes in, they want to be helped now, not in five minutes, not in 30 seconds, now. So I eat at my desk. Also, the few of my friends who work or live in the city mostly work and live on the north side, or downtown. I'm not downtown. I'm ten blocks south of downtown, right on the edge of where it goes from nice little yuppy neighborhoods to the neighborhoods that are always on the news. So even if I could convince them to come down, the travel time alone would eat up most of their lunch break, if they get one.
• I'm in the city! Yes, I am in the city. Yes, I've gone to a museum right after work. Once. The things I was looking forward to about working in the city were apparently unrealistic. I've now watched the ads for two exhibits I've wanted to see come and go, as well as the exhibits themselves, because either I can't escape an hour early or I'm just too darn exhausted to go. The best way for me to get into the city is to take the train. Which is nice, but by the time I get home it's an hour after I've left work, and then another hour (at least) by the time I get to C's place. Plus, it's colder here... stupid lakefront. :(

Thankfully, C will be closing on the new house by the end of the month. Once I find a job within the same state, I'm outta here. That is all for this rant. I'll leave the tirade about the cilents and tenants for another post, perhaps.