
I had a job I loved a year and a half ago.
Corporatisation and politics started to get in the way.
As well as a very annoying bi-polar staff member I had to manage.
So I quit, and went to 'better pastures'.
Unfortunately, it was very much a case of 'Grass is Greener', and a year on I am more miserable in my job then ever.
Is a job meant to be enjoyable?
Technically, a job is work, and work is defined as "exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something". There is nothing there that says we should enjoy it.
Enjoying a job just makes it easier to deal with the fact that you have to be in the same place at the same time 5 days a week. No choice.
Perhaps a job is there to make the good times stand out. Like amazing trips over seas, buying a house or car, and even just a night out on a Saturday.
Since I started feeling like my job was unbearable, I have enjoyed the times I have outside of work more. I treasure Wednesday night trivia. I also drink a lot more. My holiday to Vanuatu was a high light of the year, as well as the weekend away in the Hunter Valley, the weekend away for my birthday, the weddings, the funerals and even the nights in...
So, while I try to block 7.6 hours a day out of my consciousness, and dismiss complete arseholes I work with, I can dream about the good times that the (small amount of) money I make that makes those times worth while.
Technically, a job is work, and work is defined as "exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something". There is nothing there that says we should enjoy it.
Enjoying a job just makes it easier to deal with the fact that you have to be in the same place at the same time 5 days a week. No choice.
Perhaps a job is there to make the good times stand out. Like amazing trips over seas, buying a house or car, and even just a night out on a Saturday.
Since I started feeling like my job was unbearable, I have enjoyed the times I have outside of work more. I treasure Wednesday night trivia. I also drink a lot more. My holiday to Vanuatu was a high light of the year, as well as the weekend away in the Hunter Valley, the weekend away for my birthday, the weddings, the funerals and even the nights in...
So, while I try to block 7.6 hours a day out of my consciousness, and dismiss complete arseholes I work with, I can dream about the good times that the (small amount of) money I make that makes those times worth while.
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