The actual work? 1.5 days is probably a busy week. It's just like it was in school. I always finished way before everybody else and got bored. The work is cake. Having the people around is the marathon.
But I got done fast in school, so I wrote stories. Now I watch old football games, baseball highlights, look at the stock market (not because I care about my 401k, but because I like seeing the numbers), watch trucker dash cam road trips across America, post on message boards and research any topic that I can think of.
I used to like going just to have familiar people to talk to. There's nobody in the real world. All strangers. Nothing to talk about outside of work. No family gossip, no memories of stupid shit we did when we were kids, no updates on people we know dying off.
However, with the dogs, cats, the place being too cold, too many other people, and nowhere to get away from it all, there's just no way. It's like getting beat over the head with sticks.
I could write a book about the curse, but I imagine several have already been written. Of course they probably suck. I'd tell it like it was.
The Oddest Ball of the Lot may be the title. There's nobody who can identify with this stuff.