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.
Mani šīs karjeras krīzes piemeklē parasti svētdienas vakaros, kad saule sāk rietēt un plaisa starp cerībām, kas liktas uz sevi, un dzīves realitāti, kļūst tik sāpīgi liela, un parasti beidzas ar to, ka sāku raudāt spilvenā.