For whatever reason, I rarely feel any stress at work, or because of work, with the exception of waiting for other people’s decisions. The work itself is fine. There is enough intellectual challenge, and the pace is never breakneck. Internal and external clients are always pleasant, as are co-workers. Apart from the usual hair-pulling precipitated by software that has far too many obscure options for its own good, the resources to do the work are more than adequate. Getting lunch or coffee is relaxed. The bus commute is efficient and I always run into fellow public servants to chat with. Now that there are no kids to pick up from daycare or after-school, panic over missed express buses is gone. But waiting for other people to get to something and give me the green light, THAT’S hard. Usually, it’s because they also have to wait for someone else, who likely has to wait for someone else themselves.