I just got home. From work. Which would be normal at this time had I went in the office around 9:30am or 10:00am.
But, no. I was there at 7:30am. Left as at 6:00pm. Quite literally I was there from open to close. Well, technically, our West Covina office opens at 6:30am, but whatever. I there for 10 hours. Why 10 hours, you ask? Definitely not from the goodess of my soul. We’ve been short staffed in our department since the middle of March and I’ve been staying overtime when I can. And come to find out this afternoon before leaving work, we’re gonna be short staff another person because her father passed away in the Philippines.
So… that means we go from doing double work in our department to do triple work.
Now, I would love say this why people quit and start their businesses and ventures but it’s now. It’s really not. I’m planning on terminating my job because I don’t feel valued where I work and I’ve never really felt valued. I feel more like I’m a machine that orders are fed into and I’m supposed to spit out. I feel like a Hebrew slave!
But seriously, being continuously piled on with other people’s work and having deadlines being regularly shortened is not my bag. And I get it, life happens to us — the parts of life we can’t control, like the death of a loved and the mental breakdown of a coworker. Shit happens.
But it would be nice if management acknowledged our efforts, especially when it’s for the team. ‘Cause, listen, I can be all about Michelle every day all day long and not give a damn. I really could. But I want to enjoy my work and who I’m working around. Whether it’s in the office for an employer for the short foreseeable future or for myself.
And days like these are reminders… motivators, to some extent, as to why I’m so hell bent on being on my own. I want to control my own happiness. And my happiness, in large part, comes from what I do.
I wonder how many of my tribe feel like this too.