Intense Physical Pain & Mental Anguish
Dislike your job? This week I did!!
~~~ Oh, you hate your job too? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar every evening. ~~~
It's another one of those long gureling days in the office where all I want to do is beat my head against my desk and tear the contacts lists and geographic organization charts off my cubicle wall!! I feel trapped in a mindless job, for the sake of money, status and recognition. Am I really trapped and is it really worth it?
If everybody loved their job, they probably wouldn't call it work. Right? The lucky ones are those who figured out how to get paid for doing what they love, while the rest of us simply get paid so we can afford to do what we love on the weekends. The workplace is miserable today, so much so that it feels like it consumes my whole life.
I read an interesting article recently on my way home from a stress free - go figure - day in the office. It refers to mindless jobs and how these jobs are harder on life expectancy than office stress. Can you imagine? I started to panic. If my memory serves me right, the article implied that workers with little latitude for decision making die earlier than employees with more flexibility, even if the latter have high stress jobs. They did a study, and the participants were categorized into four work states: high demands with low decision latitude, low demands with high decision latitude, low demands with low decision latitude and high demands with high decision latitude.
The low demands/low decision state, considered passive work, may reflect jobs that are largely lacking in meaningful content - hmmm...I can relate!!
If all day long you're saying to yourself like i do: This job is driving me crazy and making me sick, then it may be time to quit and find a better job. Easier said then done! I haven't done it yet because another pesky voice keeps saying: You can't just quit, you have to keep this job you hate because of your bills, rent and family. I'm stuck here, with this very depressing mantra going on inside my head throughout the day. I no doubt feel less than enthusiastic about my work. I find myself dreading work in the morning, or unable to relax at the end of the week. It doesn't take long for this form of negative self-hypnosis to lead to difficulty getting out of bed every morning - I see it slowly beginning. After awhile I even begin to feel a sense of anxiety on Sunday afternoon, which leads to a restless nights sleep.
The futility of the standard, socially approved path in America is drilled in our heads from birth. Go to school, get good grades, get a good job, make lots of money, get a mortgage and a car and be successful. I want to define success for myself. I don't know how to forge a new path for myself, because, well, how would I support myself? Sometimes I feel I have a glazed look in my eyes; it's as if some part of me has died. I am just doing time, working hard and hoping for the next promotion, waiting for the day when I can throw off my shackles, quit my dull job, and finally live life. Everything gets put on hold until I have more time, or more money. Meanwhile, I feel like life is passing me by.
~~~ Oh, you hate your job too? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar every evening. ~~~
It's another one of those long gureling days in the office where all I want to do is beat my head against my desk and tear the contacts lists and geographic organization charts off my cubicle wall!! I feel trapped in a mindless job, for the sake of money, status and recognition. Am I really trapped and is it really worth it?
If everybody loved their job, they probably wouldn't call it work. Right? The lucky ones are those who figured out how to get paid for doing what they love, while the rest of us simply get paid so we can afford to do what we love on the weekends. The workplace is miserable today, so much so that it feels like it consumes my whole life.
I read an interesting article recently on my way home from a stress free - go figure - day in the office. It refers to mindless jobs and how these jobs are harder on life expectancy than office stress. Can you imagine? I started to panic. If my memory serves me right, the article implied that workers with little latitude for decision making die earlier than employees with more flexibility, even if the latter have high stress jobs. They did a study, and the participants were categorized into four work states: high demands with low decision latitude, low demands with high decision latitude, low demands with low decision latitude and high demands with high decision latitude.
The low demands/low decision state, considered passive work, may reflect jobs that are largely lacking in meaningful content - hmmm...I can relate!!
If all day long you're saying to yourself like i do: This job is driving me crazy and making me sick, then it may be time to quit and find a better job. Easier said then done! I haven't done it yet because another pesky voice keeps saying: You can't just quit, you have to keep this job you hate because of your bills, rent and family. I'm stuck here, with this very depressing mantra going on inside my head throughout the day. I no doubt feel less than enthusiastic about my work. I find myself dreading work in the morning, or unable to relax at the end of the week. It doesn't take long for this form of negative self-hypnosis to lead to difficulty getting out of bed every morning - I see it slowly beginning. After awhile I even begin to feel a sense of anxiety on Sunday afternoon, which leads to a restless nights sleep.
The futility of the standard, socially approved path in America is drilled in our heads from birth. Go to school, get good grades, get a good job, make lots of money, get a mortgage and a car and be successful. I want to define success for myself. I don't know how to forge a new path for myself, because, well, how would I support myself? Sometimes I feel I have a glazed look in my eyes; it's as if some part of me has died. I am just doing time, working hard and hoping for the next promotion, waiting for the day when I can throw off my shackles, quit my dull job, and finally live life. Everything gets put on hold until I have more time, or more money. Meanwhile, I feel like life is passing me by.


