As we all know, work sux! It is a four letter word and we have to do it; those two make it bad enough. But why do we let our work consume us? I know people who hold jobs at all levels and many of them are consumed by their job. Don’t get me wrong I know job pride and the joy of a job well done; but I never let it consume me. Over the last few years I have noticed that employers no longer care about their employees and their morale. Has out sourcing taken the ultimate toll? Have we become desensitized to our own staff due to other countries eagerness to make the American dollar? Or is it that we just became a project management kind of work force? We all know the kind, well paid short lived and nothing matters but the project. It is simple for me: I am only as good as those that support and help me. Never would I ride the backs of people for my own status. Oh but wait, I am assuming we have leaders instead of managers. I have been fortunate to know leadership and have been called upon to do work which put me in harm’s way. At no time did I ponder it or question it for those that called me were leaders and had my loyalty and trust. Funny thing is that all the “managers” of the world only have fear and threats. These “skills” are usually how they project their inadequacies on those that they ride to the top only to cast away as they no longer serve a need. Leader, manager, drone or follower; we all have our place. Do you know where you stand and are you ok with the example of leadership that you portray?
I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love , “I built this life and was involved in it” but how has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for 100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the week. Yes, I am not living; I am s...
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