Drunken Stulosopher (@stulosophy.bsky.social)

A man, experiencing his first morning after retirement, cries when realizing that his entire adult life the only thing that gave him purpose & meaning, the only place he felt like his existence mattered, was at his job. experteditor.com.au/blog/d-bt-i-...

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I worked for thirty-eight years and when I finally stopped, I sat in my kitchen on a Monday morning with nowhere to be and cried — not because I missed the job, but because I realized the job was the ... After decades of defining himself through deadlines and meetings, a newly retired man discovers the terrifying truth about what happens when the office lights go dark and nobody needs you anymore. https://experteditor.com.au/blog/d-bt-i-worked-for-thirty-eight-years-and-when-i-finally-stopped-i-sat-in-my-kitchen-on-a-monday-morning-with-nowhere-to-be-and-cried-not-because-i-missed-the-job-but-because-i-realized-the-job-was-the/