I feel like a kid on punishment. I can’t go “play outside” with my friends. Instead, I’m chained to a desk working like it’s not 6 p.m.
The only reason I’m writing this is because I want to remember how I feel. I want to remember what it’s like to feel trapped by this so called “time-entry” process. It sucks!
I can’t wait until I don’t have to worry about being billable. Soon, I’ll have a job that demands results instead of billable hours. So I know that means some late nights but it also means I can leave when the works done and not when I have 8 hours in the system.
Quite frankly, I’ve always preferred quality work over the number of hours I spent in an office.
