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.
Minul juhtuvad need karjäärikriisid sageli, tegelikult, pühapäeva õhtuti, just siis kui päike loojumas on, ja vahe minu ootuste ja reaalsuse vahel hakkab nii valusalt lainema, et tavaliselt ma lõpuks nutan patja.