Saturday – Work Is Too Much Work
Jan. 29th, 2011 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermore.
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The problem with taking jobs that feed your bank account but not your soul is that the discontent hits pretty fast. I haven’t had time to read or write much these last two weeks. I go to work. I take a lunch when I can find the time. I come home. I sleep.
I need to finish reading that book about finding your calling and the work you love in only 48 days, which I started reading about 5 months ago. I never quite reached the point where I got to the tactics about setting things in motion before the ADHD set in and the outside forces in my life – some of them shiny, some of them loud – distracted me. From the start of the book, I gave myself more than 48 days to get things done, on account of the fact that time management has never been my strong point. I figured a couple of years would work better, so stop rolling your eyes (and you know you’re doing it) and thinking that there is little point to me finishing the book at this point, when I can no longer remember what it said in the first few chapters. It’s all part of my plan. Seriously.
I’ve started writing things to post at least a dozen times in the last few weeks, but life (and work) got in the way. For one thing, I don’t work at a job where you can spend your lunch hour sitting at your desk writing things to post on the internet. If people see you sitting at your desk, they hand you more work and ask you questions. And not yes or no questions that can be answered quickly; they ask questions that require both research and long explanations.
The last person who had my job burned out and quit rather suddenly. I understand how that happened and why. The company is in growth mode, but I find myself longing for the days (and this is wrong, oh so wrong; I know it) where I worked for companies that were dead, dying, or indcline and where the fires that needed putting out were small, infrequent things that happened from time to time, rather than infernos that ignite and trap me in my cubicle several times a day, every single day.
They hired another person in the department two weeks ago. They need to hire yet another one here soon, since the two people who started this last Monday are reps whose job is to increase the workload of my department even more. I am the Licensing Coordinator, which for an insurance agency with licenses in every state is enough job for one person to do and still have time to help out the rest of the department as needed. That my job also involves the review and set up of the new branches and general agencies coming in might have been a good idea a couple of years ago, but these should be two separate jobs for two separate people now.
I like the people I work with, but I’m starting to loath the job itself.
So it goes.
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.
The problem with taking jobs that feed your bank account but not your soul is that the discontent hits pretty fast. I haven’t had time to read or write much these last two weeks. I go to work. I take a lunch when I can find the time. I come home. I sleep.
I need to finish reading that book about finding your calling and the work you love in only 48 days, which I started reading about 5 months ago. I never quite reached the point where I got to the tactics about setting things in motion before the ADHD set in and the outside forces in my life – some of them shiny, some of them loud – distracted me. From the start of the book, I gave myself more than 48 days to get things done, on account of the fact that time management has never been my strong point. I figured a couple of years would work better, so stop rolling your eyes (and you know you’re doing it) and thinking that there is little point to me finishing the book at this point, when I can no longer remember what it said in the first few chapters. It’s all part of my plan. Seriously.
I’ve started writing things to post at least a dozen times in the last few weeks, but life (and work) got in the way. For one thing, I don’t work at a job where you can spend your lunch hour sitting at your desk writing things to post on the internet. If people see you sitting at your desk, they hand you more work and ask you questions. And not yes or no questions that can be answered quickly; they ask questions that require both research and long explanations.
The last person who had my job burned out and quit rather suddenly. I understand how that happened and why. The company is in growth mode, but I find myself longing for the days (and this is wrong, oh so wrong; I know it) where I worked for companies that were dead, dying, or indcline and where the fires that needed putting out were small, infrequent things that happened from time to time, rather than infernos that ignite and trap me in my cubicle several times a day, every single day.
They hired another person in the department two weeks ago. They need to hire yet another one here soon, since the two people who started this last Monday are reps whose job is to increase the workload of my department even more. I am the Licensing Coordinator, which for an insurance agency with licenses in every state is enough job for one person to do and still have time to help out the rest of the department as needed. That my job also involves the review and set up of the new branches and general agencies coming in might have been a good idea a couple of years ago, but these should be two separate jobs for two separate people now.
I like the people I work with, but I’m starting to loath the job itself.
So it goes.
