Posted by StuffIthinkAbout
They say at the end of the day, if you can go to sleep feeling like you’ve done a good job, then you’ve accomplished something. You’ve tried your best, were kind, obedient, cheerful, blah blah blah — you can rest easy knowing you did your best, and the next day is full of promise with no mistakes whatsoever.
Except, what if it’s not?
What if you continually have this feeling of dread over the fact that despite the best you’ve done, you’ve continually failed? You’ve made every effort in your skill set, and yet you go home feeling defeated, ready to give up?
I’ve always been told I could accomplish anything I set my mind to, whether it be work or play. And for the most part that has held true. Impossible isn’t really a word in my vocabulary.
And yet — things are starting to feel impossible. Insurmountable.
I go home drained daily, exhausted from the effort, exhausted from fighting internal battles over and over again, and it gets harder and harder to get up the next morning to face the dreaded “job” again.
Do I care about what I do? Not necessarily. Let me rephrase. There are elements of the job that I like a lot — helping people. But am I passionate about technology? Not at all. It could be a computer or a server, a pack of CD ROMS (?!?) or a piece of security software, and it’s all the same to me. I don’t really like that aspect of the job. Sales.
And I said that from the beginning. Yet, here I am in a sales role, because they needed a body. The role has morphed from what it was originally described as to something that looks more and more like a traditional sales job, full of new metrics that based on my set of accounts are very difficult to achieve. Out of the five years I’ve been at this job, I’ve obtained those metrics probably seven times. SEVEN TIMES over the course of five years.
Does this make the metrical scale something unobtainable? Probably. I’m not the only one who is having difficulty hitting the “numbers,” on top of all of the other tasks that often feel herculean to accomplish. Even the top performers in the company fall short on a daily basis.
Add into that mismanagement, a rudderless ship drifting aimlessly on a sea of confusion, and a lack of joy in the office, and it feels like we all can see the writing on the wall. Often, I hear from coworkers how they dread coming in.
And I’ve done my best to keep a positive attitude…
But I don’t know how much longer I can do that.
I have wings that need to be stretched, and here they feel clipped. I want to soar because that’s my nature but instead I hop because that’s all I can do.
This was depressing.
Think about unicorns. That will make you happy.
Happy month end, everyone.