I had a nightmare time 27 years ago, 3 months late with the mortgage on a crumbly damp house I'd paid too much for, wife forged a cheque and abducted my son attempting to emigrate back to Canada (I found out at the eleventh hour, and phoned the police who stopped the plane on the runway - she was livid); divorce....and a somewhat chaotic life ever since. Oddly, at work I blitzed through everything; successful research career, masses of stress, a lot of which I deliberately brought on myself. I am a long way from those clowns on telly who try mad stunts (jock arse or something), but I think I thrive on adrenaline and risk taking, much of which has paid off in spades. All of which keeps me awake at night.
Now I am older (60), I only go in if I have appointments. I hate the travel to London (annoying chavs on the train - this evening some 20 something berk and his 14 year old bird, swigging lager in first class at 4.30, no ticket inspection). I have spent my entire working life trying to not (and failing to not) pick pointless (not pointless at the time, of course) rows with people I regard as dimwits or piss takers at work. And elsewhere (ahem). Having made myself financially secure, I have recently spent an insane amount of money (all my savings) on an extension, and I'm now back to where I was 30 years ago, worrying about money. I suspect this is deliberate. If life isn't awkward I don't seem to enjoy it. And yet sleep is hard. I cut it fine today and had to cycle like a mad ******* in the rain from St Pancras to Tommys, arriving with 5 minutes to spare for a meeting. That cheered me up no end - the cold, the danger, the risk-taking around Aldwych.....bloody magic.
If I retire next year (I could) it would kill me. I'd be bored, and would start doing mad things. My right knee is knackered, but I'm planning a skiing holiday. Somehow I have to fit this in among my work commitments. It will be insane again (last time I went I was doing work in the chalet on the laptop, as you do).
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here, but I think we should go into battle regularly. It makes the blood inflate the organs, and is why we are alive. My research is possibly going to generate a new drug for heart attacks. Even that is high risk, with massive fights with my institution and some hilarious shenanigans. If that one comes off I'll look back on my career with some pleasure. Don't compromise, don't let bullies and morons trash your life (my old HoD was gormless and caused me lots of bother, but she has now gone).
And enjoy the football. It is nature's way of providing balance. It is meaningless, yet important. Value what you do at work as, if you don't, no other bugger will.
I wish I knew what to say to my son, though, who quit 'career' to pursue his musical interests, and have fun, and now, at 32, he's a bit lost.....
Apologies if 'too much information' but frankly I'm happy to share. We get only one life and if it ain't working, change it, but sometimes doggedness works out in the long run. Don't be 'put upon'. Ever. But recognise when it is your fault and apologise (took me till I was over 40 to work out that one). And these days if people are treating you wrong at work there are laws to protect you. I have been itching to invoke some myself on occasions. Oh, my, how that would be fun!
Anyway, about that drink you seem to have forgotten about...