The views of a rabble-rouser and former stay-at-home dad on protests, politics, parenthood, groupthink, and music.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The Job: Not Perfect, but Not Hell
This would have been a different post a few days ago.
A few days ago, I would have been raging about how I'd found yet another idiotic employer, one that didn't have any respect for the contributions of their employees, where I was once again being overworked and underappreciated.
I might have lamented the entire job sector in which I work, and maybe I would have idly wondered about becoming a mail carrier or a construction worker. It would have been seething with bitterness and resentment. And I would probably have gotten a lot of sympathetic comments from my friends and followers.
I can't write that post.
I can't allow myself to become jaded. I was scarred by my last job. I left wanting to burn the entire place to the ground. I don't ever want to work in a place that insane and dysfunctional again.
But I also don't want to have that kind of rage within me again.
Look, I have a good job. It's not a perfect job. There are moments when I don't love it. There are things I'm asked to do that I think are silly. I don't get as much money as I should.
But unlike my last job, I like going into the office every day. My co-workers like me and appreciate me and laugh when I send them silly cat pictures and Bruce Lee videos as responses to work emails.
They respect me. My last job didn't respect me.
They appreciate me. My last office couldn't have cared less about the quality of work I was doing.
They make me feel welcome. In my last job, I'd run into my office, close the door, and keep it closed for as long as I possibly could.
Most importantly, this job did something for my confidence. I was working in a place where I felt like dirt, and they gave me an escape. More than that: they said "we want you." Not just "come here and cower for a while," but they gave me an emphatic "come here; we want you; we're going to fight to get you on our staff." I need to remember how much better I have it now than I did six months ago.
So yes, there are petty annoyances. There are things I wish were better. I'm going to be sending out a few resumes to see if I can find a better offer elsewhere. But I don't hate my current job. I refuse to hate it. I won't let myself go to that place again.