When I was a machinist tool maker. Making tools was satisfying. Now that I am a detention officer, the work is not very satisfying. Both jobs were stressful. But making tools there was a visable end product at the end of the day.
I am at a point in life where I dont feel much worth. I just go through the motions. I cant figure out how to bring the good old days back. There kind of like the elastic on a pair of fruit of the looms once its stretched theres no coming back.