Is work supposed to leave you feeling useless, anxious, hopeless and generally stressed? Or is it supposed to be fulfilling (or at least neutral)? For me these days it s the former. I have a whole slough of bosses, it seems, all with different agendas. Makes it a bit hard to focus; I typically have to decide which one(s) I want to send into a fit that day and which one(s) I want to mollify. Makes for a rather hostile work environment. The only sensible thing, I suppose, is to focus on the money, ignore the chaos, and ride it until the end. That just doesn’t sound like fun, though.
A more adventurous person than myself would quit and work on his photography, on the two books he’s started but doubts he will ever finish. A more adventurous person would not worry about mortgage payments or insurance or a madly-spending wife. Ignore Nancy and follow Nike: Don’t just say no, just do it! Unfortunately, I am not a more adventurous person. I like stability. I would choose guaranteed drudgery and safety over potential happiness. so I wait, toiling away and building up stress. Eventually I’ll either get fired or die. Either way, I can stop worrying about it then. Ahh, bliss! Okay, back to work.
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