In a recent post I wrote that my current job, the one I referred to as Safety School and where I’ve been for all of two months, is not Awesome with a capital A. I bemoaned the fact that I took the job out of desperation. I noted that a position at my First Choice, where I really wanted to work, was still open.
I don’t think I have fully conveyed how unhappy I was at my
previous job. I had been there for 5 ½ years, still love the organization and
the people there, but the job itself was killing my soul. I wasn’t growing at
all and there wasn’t any way for me to move up or even laterally there.
This new thing I’m doing is a higher level than what I was
doing before, but I am still basically doing a lot of the same functions. Now I
am supervising staff and that is taking up a lot of time, because I am editing
work as well as writing my own.
But it is still the same hamster wheel.
I am trying to figure out what to do now, realizing it is
partly the place where I work but also partly the work I am doing that is
clouding my days.
In all this, I am aware that I am very lucky to have a job. My
job is what gives my family health insurance and a steady paycheck. It has now
been almost two years since Sweet Dub was laid off. He continues to freelance,
and some months are better than others. Quite honestly, I feel a steady low-thrumming,
kind of free-floating anxiety in the back of my mind much of the time.
I am wondering how to transition out of this. Can I afford
to take classes on the side? Should I actually enroll in a degree program or just pick up a class here or there? How can I handle this job in the meantime? Why won’t
a pile of money drop from the sky? Would I be better off just dropping off the
grid and moving my whole family to…I don’t know, where would we move to?
I feel I am operating out of fear rather than out of enthusiasm in this career thing right now. I am skateboarding (badly) while holding an egg. I can’t just leave, and I don’t want to bail out of this job into another one doing what I have grown to dislike. I have decided against trying to re-apply for a job at First Choice as the appeal of that job was not the job itself but the organization, which is very artsy and creative—as opposed to where I am now, which is very rigid and sterile.
(An aside: I have never worked anywhere where such a high
degree of social awkwardness pervades nearly every interaction. It is truly bizarre.)
(Also: I found out
that the person I now supervise interviewed for my job. And really wanted it.
And is rather bitter and sarcastic, occasionally flaring up with an attitude
when I ask her to do things. Work things, conveyed to me by my boss as Things
We Need To Do. Oh, it is a blast and a half at Safety School.)
(Not to worry, I am documenting everything.)
2 comments:
Wow. What a perfectly and creatively written post.
I completely understand what you are going through. My situation is a little different but your words still wrapped around it like a department store gift wrapped present.
I hope things get better for all of us.
Bridget, thank you. I have been reluctant to write here for fear of it just becoming repetitive. It is a rough time, but it's real, and I don't want to post on here like everything is sunshine and rainbows when it's not.
I hope things turn around for you soon as well. It's awful, walking around feeling like this and it helps to know someone else is going through something similar.
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