Suffering from an intense feeling of burnout at work.
I can tell you when it changed, almost to the date. It was the day that suddenly my schedule was changed not to meet a business need but to meet a personal preference.
With this event, what was suddenly revealed to me was that I was not a valued colleague or team member (words I detest, actually) but that I was merely a servant - an item to be made available on a shelf, like a mug or coaster.
That day, the fires of enthusiasm burned out. Work was no longer a thing to be engaged in based on my own decision process as an adult meeting the requirements, but rather a thing to be done to please others.
But this was only the initial draining process. What compounds it is a growing sense that nothing changes: the problems we face are the problems we faced two years ago, the advice offered too often feel ignored. Most of all a sense, a nagging sense, that we seem to be heading in the direction of no direction at all.
I'll be frank: this makes it harder and harder to get up to go to work in the morning. There comes a sense that work has become a sort of Twilight Zone, a region where surface activities continue on in the face of a reality that is different, moving deck chairs as the ship continues to a rendezvous with destiny in which deck chairs - or even ships themselves - have no relevance.
How does one restore one's enthusiasm as the waves break on the dual rocks of irrelevance and pointlessness?
I can tell you when it changed, almost to the date. It was the day that suddenly my schedule was changed not to meet a business need but to meet a personal preference.
With this event, what was suddenly revealed to me was that I was not a valued colleague or team member (words I detest, actually) but that I was merely a servant - an item to be made available on a shelf, like a mug or coaster.
That day, the fires of enthusiasm burned out. Work was no longer a thing to be engaged in based on my own decision process as an adult meeting the requirements, but rather a thing to be done to please others.
But this was only the initial draining process. What compounds it is a growing sense that nothing changes: the problems we face are the problems we faced two years ago, the advice offered too often feel ignored. Most of all a sense, a nagging sense, that we seem to be heading in the direction of no direction at all.
I'll be frank: this makes it harder and harder to get up to go to work in the morning. There comes a sense that work has become a sort of Twilight Zone, a region where surface activities continue on in the face of a reality that is different, moving deck chairs as the ship continues to a rendezvous with destiny in which deck chairs - or even ships themselves - have no relevance.
How does one restore one's enthusiasm as the waves break on the dual rocks of irrelevance and pointlessness?
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