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I did a sort of swotch and bait to an employer once. I was a delivery driver. I drove through all of western europe, based in the Netherlands. I did not drive a truck, but a Mercedes Sprinter. If I had driven a truck, tgere would've been laws for me to drive normal hours. This was a cowboy job. I had to do day-trips to southern france, a twelve hour ride, do quick nap before I do my route there, than drive back to prepare for the next one.
I had been doing that for close to a year and it was getting to me. I had a contract for a year, with still a coupke months remaining, but I had found a new job that wanted me to start asap. So I went to my boss and gave him an option. Either he let me go, or I call in sick with a burn-out and he'd have to pay for my sick leave for a long time. He was pretty pissed, but accepted the deal and I started the new job two weeks later.
During my two weeks off, I realized I was actually starting to get into a burn-out. The feeling of "a weight fslling of my shoulders" was very profound. I think I even cried for no reason at some point. So maybe it wasn't really a switch-and-bait, but it felt like it at the moment. The whole experience taught me alot about looking out for myself and listening to my body.