And People in Hell Want Ice Water
I want to be able to get up in the morning and make my daughter a healthy breakfast, and make sure her clothes match and aren’t wrinkled. I want to chat with her before she heads off to the school bus.
I want to walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes, have some coffee, and watch some news.
Maybe take some time to clean up a little bit, do odd and end things, then run off to a job where I am appreciated and needed and valuable to the company. Where I am compensated well, in accordance to doing a great job. I want to work the hours I need to work to get a great job done, no more; no less.
I want to be able to pick up my daughter after school, help her with homework, cook her a healthy dinner. I want to feel great in the evening, and not filled with a sense of dread and nausea and forboding.
At what point does one’s mental health take precedence over an income? At what point does one realize that no matter how hard they try to color their work world in pastels and beautiful thoughts, their reality keeps seeping in and their psyche gets more and more damaged. A beautiful home life. A beautiful family. And although appreciative of the income, an ever increasingly hellish work situation.
I am doing what I can to change the situation. Applying for new jobs. Putting out the word. I hope my mind holds on long enough.
Filed under: Health, Life Lessons, Family, Place d'employ
I think everyone deserves more freedom and more pay. Down with 9 to 5 hell!
Maybe you could try getting into freelance or telecommuting.