Schedule

I’ve got a hectic week ahead of me and have already put in just over 12 hours today alone. I’d like to be able to identify the reason, but there are several - reports, statics, the dreaded Wednesday meeting, the list goes on and on. On some levels my work is highly rewarding, my skills are tested, tried…poked at with sharp sticks, but I manage to squeeze out some measure of job satisfaction - which, in turn, is balanced with the yang, the dark side.

(Picture me shrugging here.) Such as it is.

This is no memo that I will be unavailable or not posting - I like to keep some measure of consistancy going, but it is a note to you that I am busy, and when I do post, that you understand it is at the end of a long day; after I’ve slugged through yet another pile of mire and ash to find a single golden kernal of hope, pride and, yes, happiness.

Do you like your job? Do you wake up with more reasons to go in than you do to stay home? Are you rewarded with the simplest of pleasures - accomplishment?

Carpe Diem, or as I say, Grab life by the balls.

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sometimes it is wave after wave of continuous inspiration. Other times it is a pure, black hole of dread.

right now? Dread.

m said this on July 2nd, 2006 at 7:39 am

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You are obviously dedicated and focused, no matter how mundane the details may be or how simple-minded the co-workers.

I think it is rare to have a rewarding and challenging job. It seems to be one or the other.

I am much happier with what I do now, but my last job gave me such headache and stress, I had to go to a doctor.

Senior citizens can be the best people to work with and praise is one of the best tools a boss has at his/her disposal, shame that they don’t use it as often as the should.

Here’s to you digging out your niche, one shovelful of dirt and one big rock at a time.
-pc

princess said this on June 27th, 2006 at 5:30 pm

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It does help that I have the final word - everywhere else, I am simply the work horse. Everyone has that person that you’d rather not see come around the corner. I have them, but they exist outside my daily grind, or at least, only by telephone. (Unwelcome/unannounced flights & Wednesday meetings aside)

I’ve worked to maintain an environment that is open and frank. I view work as a delicate microcosm - a world within a world, that needs to be nurtured, have free trade and carefully balanced negotiations. I am also very clear about my expectations, with everyone, from the beginning.

My assistant, a very wry senior citizen, can put up with my bullshit, so I don’t see why the under 30 crowd can’t.

Still, I’ve had to resist the urge to quit when reviews have come and gone and my faults have been highlighted so delicately with neon yellow. I’ve wanted to flip them the bird and leave them to manage everything.

Because job satisfaction isn’t always enough and recognizing that true performers still fail, and remembering to praise the effort can go a long way.

Here’s to each of you finding your niche.

-D

Daemon said this on June 27th, 2006 at 3:01 pm

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I hate my job. I’d rather stay home and lay in bed all day with my blankets over my head.

secret girl said this on June 27th, 2006 at 10:58 am

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Do you like your job? Do you wake up with more reasons to go in than you do to stay home? Are you rewarded with the simplest of pleasures - accomplishment?

I found my previous job to be so distasteful, that I quit and took a year off before resuming my job search. While I enjoyed working with my staff and other professionals, I found it extremely energy-sapping to report to an executive who was both incompetent and insecure.

In addition to the usual warning signs of burnout such as fatigue, I dreaded going to the office if I had to interact with this particular executive. He had a track record of belittling his subordinates’ accomplishments, a practice which kills the simplest of pleasures, i.e., a sense of achievement.

As I told my friends, there were certain questions I wanted to ask a prospective employer to avoid a repeat of this situation. Questions such as:

1. Please tell me about your toilet training. Was it unduly harsh?

2. Have you or any member of your immediate family tortured small animals?

As the saying goes: I love humanity; it’s people I can’t stand.

Kochanie said this on June 27th, 2006 at 10:38 am

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You know my job, and it’s not fulfilling. I’m sure that says all sorts of ugly things about me, but so be it. I need a different challege. Something that grabs me mentally, not draining me physically. I’m glad you found your space. I am still looking for mine. S

MistressS said this on June 27th, 2006 at 10:12 am

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i hate my job because of my fucking administrators. the only pleasures i get are from my students who are so awesome and sweet adults. they are the ones i go to work for, the ones i strive my best for, and the ones who give me hope.

what am i doing there still? my fear, the one that keeps me immobile, keeps me there. but slowly, slowly, i am planning my escape.

creativesoul2005 said this on June 26th, 2006 at 8:56 pm