gentleness - by jaron - the way home

I can't bear talking about work anymore. I don't know if that's an indication that I'm doing the wrong thing for eight hours a day, five days a week, or if I'm just disillusioned with the grind. There's a good chance that I'm going to have to look for a new job again in a few weeks, given that tech is kind of tanking and my company is riding that plummet like a cowboy rodeo atomic bomb. But I don't want to think about that right now.