My job murders my soul.
Ordinarily, I don't notice all that much, but this week I picked up four extra shifts, as well as two halves, so five, really. Ohmygahd.
I was walking down the hall and I noticed some of my co-workers standing about looking perfectly content with their jobs, which are their careers, and I wondered how the crap hell they can really be happy doing what we do day in and day out, over and over, nothing changing except for faces and names. What makes them so different from me that they don't feel the weight of wasted-life crushing their little workplace spirits as I do? Are their lives outside of work that much more fulfilling?
I like my life. I'm not unhappy. I have plenty of reasons to look forward to waking up and the future and all of that. I have a lot of fun. I have great friends and some awesome acquaintances with whom to make merriment at least semi-regularly. I'm following a path that makes my heart smile and I even get cuddles, occasionally. No, it must not be me.
So is it them? Are their lives that UN-fulfilling that their monotonous, stinky, boring, stressful jobs are better than anything else they have going on? That just makes me sad. I do hope that's it, though, for my sake. Maybe I've just been at this for too long and am becoming jaded with the field of health care, which I'm currently (and will be, for some time) spending HOURS hunting for another job in. Oigh. New jobs. Bad News Bears. I'm all overwhelmed just thinking about it.
Fun, now. Resume can wait.
Ordinarily, I don't notice all that much, but this week I picked up four extra shifts, as well as two halves, so five, really. Ohmygahd.
I was walking down the hall and I noticed some of my co-workers standing about looking perfectly content with their jobs, which are their careers, and I wondered how the crap hell they can really be happy doing what we do day in and day out, over and over, nothing changing except for faces and names. What makes them so different from me that they don't feel the weight of wasted-life crushing their little workplace spirits as I do? Are their lives outside of work that much more fulfilling?
I like my life. I'm not unhappy. I have plenty of reasons to look forward to waking up and the future and all of that. I have a lot of fun. I have great friends and some awesome acquaintances with whom to make merriment at least semi-regularly. I'm following a path that makes my heart smile and I even get cuddles, occasionally. No, it must not be me.
So is it them? Are their lives that UN-fulfilling that their monotonous, stinky, boring, stressful jobs are better than anything else they have going on? That just makes me sad. I do hope that's it, though, for my sake. Maybe I've just been at this for too long and am becoming jaded with the field of health care, which I'm currently (and will be, for some time) spending HOURS hunting for another job in. Oigh. New jobs. Bad News Bears. I'm all overwhelmed just thinking about it.
Fun, now. Resume can wait.
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