For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.
Jo crec que aquestes crisis laborals les acostumem a tenir el diumenge al vespre, quan comença a caure la nit i la distància entre les meves esperances i la meva realitat comença a fer-se tan gran que acabo plorant com un nen amb la cara al coixí.