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.
For mig opstår disse karriekriser normalt, sågar ofte, en søndag aften, lige når solen er ved at gå ned, og afstanden mellem mine håb for mig selv, og virkelighedens verden begynder at blive så stor, at jeg normalt ender med at græde stille ned i min pude.