The worst part about my job is that there is never an hour in the day when there isn't work that I could be doing. If I wanted to, I could literally work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The only reason I stop working is because I have reached a point where nonwork takes precedence over work.
It's always a ratio or percentage though: Sometimes I'm 80% interested in work, and 20% interested in nonwork. That's when I'm working. When it passes from 51% / 49% work-to-nonwork to 49% / 51%, that's when working stops.
However, why I hate my job is because I don't reach a 0% interest in work very often: I know that I could be... should be... getting some work done in the back of my mind. So, enjoying free time is always — even when planned days or weeks in advance —an exercise of trying to keep work from creeping into the periphery of my mind.
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