My job is a revolving door of feast and famine. A month of nearly no work at all, then a month to get three months of work out, then a month of nothing, and so on.
Give me too much work any day. The times when I have nothing to do, each day takes about 37 hours to end. I go home wiped out from reading the same memo all day. When I don’t have time to even breathe though, the day is over in no time and I leave work feeling good.
Strange, considering how lazy I am at heart.