You were not being micromanaged, and you were not sitting in a soulless, fluorescent cubicle next to 50 other drones being forced to do the same.
The environment and how workers are treated is just as much to blame as the total hours worked per week. Possibly more so.
I am a contract educator. Before COVID I was practically working sunup to sundown every single day of the week barring national holidays and I loved it. Because I am my own boss, it involves lots of travel, and I get to play with kids all day.
Scandinavian, but yeah i was mostly joking with how useless “sunup to sundown” is as a measure of time because it varies wildly by season and location.
That makes sense haha. Yeah, it threw me off when I traveled to the UK in winter the first time after living in the US southeast my whole life. Got dark at like 4pm, my head was spinning XD
I dunno. It’s just one of those things in my life that I’ve grown accustomed to. I have adhd, so if I’m into something, I end up going all out on it to make up for my shortcomings in other areas. I think I’m in one of those cycles of trying to please really hard but resulting in trauma and being burnt out with ptsd. My whole life has been fighting this series of thankless, abusive managers and trying to improve myself and striving for excellence to please. Kinda funny though since I’m now so burnt out that I can’t work at 35 and have social anxiety so bad that I only leave the house about once a week. Every successive job I’ve ever had, I’ve had to dig deeper in order to pull magic tricks out of my ass, and when I do make the impossible possible, it’s not good enough or thankless or something. At least for now, I have literally nothing left to give, and am deeply depressed and under stimulated and anxiety ridden.
So, “how did I survive?”
Mmm, poorly. Not sure I was even surviving before that.
Couple years ago I was doing a freelance project doing 133hr weeks for a few months straight. I found it very fulfilling. I am over 30.
You were not being micromanaged, and you were not sitting in a soulless, fluorescent cubicle next to 50 other drones being forced to do the same.
The environment and how workers are treated is just as much to blame as the total hours worked per week. Possibly more so.
I am a contract educator. Before COVID I was practically working sunup to sundown every single day of the week barring national holidays and I loved it. Because I am my own boss, it involves lots of travel, and I get to play with kids all day.
As fulfilling as the work itself was, the resulting negativity still negated it.
Putting forth a Herculean effort and having it be thankless or worse destroys you in a unique way.
That’s like 5h work days 1/4 of the year…must be nice
Lol found the European/Yankee
Down here in the South even in winter you’ve got easy 8hrs of daylight depending on where you are
Scandinavian, but yeah i was mostly joking with how useless “sunup to sundown” is as a measure of time because it varies wildly by season and location.
That makes sense haha. Yeah, it threw me off when I traveled to the UK in winter the first time after living in the US southeast my whole life. Got dark at like 4pm, my head was spinning XD
Christ how did you survive 😳
I dunno. It’s just one of those things in my life that I’ve grown accustomed to. I have adhd, so if I’m into something, I end up going all out on it to make up for my shortcomings in other areas. I think I’m in one of those cycles of trying to please really hard but resulting in trauma and being burnt out with ptsd. My whole life has been fighting this series of thankless, abusive managers and trying to improve myself and striving for excellence to please. Kinda funny though since I’m now so burnt out that I can’t work at 35 and have social anxiety so bad that I only leave the house about once a week. Every successive job I’ve ever had, I’ve had to dig deeper in order to pull magic tricks out of my ass, and when I do make the impossible possible, it’s not good enough or thankless or something. At least for now, I have literally nothing left to give, and am deeply depressed and under stimulated and anxiety ridden.So, “how did I survive?”Mmm, poorly. Not sure I was even surviving before that.What do you mean, survive?What does it mean to survive?I’m broken.