caitlinbullen
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Someone posted about this whole thing making you realise you hate your job.....I had this reply typed out, so you’re getting it now whether you want it or not 
I resigned from a high-stress job 6 months ago. We moved 3 hrs away, to a more rural location; the house price difference meant that we could pay off 65% mortgage so I can be a lady of leisure for a good few years, with hubby working from home. (sorry if I sound like a smug asshole; I’m still chuffed that we pulled it off
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Ironically, my previous role will have been off-the-scale busy and stressful during this crisis and do you know what, despite a little professional interest in how my successor is handling it, I can honestly say that 90% of me is so happy and relieved that I don’t have to concern myself with all that shit. I read a quote somewhere that said ”If you die on a Monday, your role will be advertised on the next working day.” and it’s true......unless you have a genuine vocation, the vast majority of paid employment is just that- an exchange of money for labour. So many of us become so invested, because we’re conscientious and hard-working, and it’s a shame really because it comes at the expense of what really matters which is our own life, family and friends.
I feel irritated now at the amount of time my work laptop was ’on’ at home when I wasn’t officially working, the number of nights my husband would put my kids to bed as I sat downstairs still working (I was only in a 9-5 role but there was a culture of working outside of those hours), the amount of my leisure/family time where I would take a work call when I should have turned my phone off.
My 3 kids have been home from school with me for several weeks now, and opposed to frantically trying to homeschool them alongside working from home, which would have been my previous situation (and would have brought so much stress on us all), we’ve (strangely) had a really lovely few weeks. Don’t get me wrong I am aware how lucky we have it, but lockdown has been....well....kinda nice? Our lives have become smaller; no outings, no cinema, bowling, a holiday cancelled, no swimming, hobbies,.....but we go for a long walk every day, we have watched films together, baked cakes, played games, probably got to know each other better and laughed more than we have in a long time. Don’t get me wrong it’s been a fucking ball ache having them all home as well (much gin has been consumed), but it’s confirmed for me what matters and it sure as hell ain’t work. Those fuckers haven’t missed or needed me at all....and Jesus I worked my god damn ass off for that company for years.
I resigned from a high-stress job 6 months ago. We moved 3 hrs away, to a more rural location; the house price difference meant that we could pay off 65% mortgage so I can be a lady of leisure for a good few years, with hubby working from home. (sorry if I sound like a smug asshole; I’m still chuffed that we pulled it off
)Ironically, my previous role will have been off-the-scale busy and stressful during this crisis and do you know what, despite a little professional interest in how my successor is handling it, I can honestly say that 90% of me is so happy and relieved that I don’t have to concern myself with all that shit. I read a quote somewhere that said ”If you die on a Monday, your role will be advertised on the next working day.” and it’s true......unless you have a genuine vocation, the vast majority of paid employment is just that- an exchange of money for labour. So many of us become so invested, because we’re conscientious and hard-working, and it’s a shame really because it comes at the expense of what really matters which is our own life, family and friends.
I feel irritated now at the amount of time my work laptop was ’on’ at home when I wasn’t officially working, the number of nights my husband would put my kids to bed as I sat downstairs still working (I was only in a 9-5 role but there was a culture of working outside of those hours), the amount of my leisure/family time where I would take a work call when I should have turned my phone off.
My 3 kids have been home from school with me for several weeks now, and opposed to frantically trying to homeschool them alongside working from home, which would have been my previous situation (and would have brought so much stress on us all), we’ve (strangely) had a really lovely few weeks. Don’t get me wrong I am aware how lucky we have it, but lockdown has been....well....kinda nice? Our lives have become smaller; no outings, no cinema, bowling, a holiday cancelled, no swimming, hobbies,.....but we go for a long walk every day, we have watched films together, baked cakes, played games, probably got to know each other better and laughed more than we have in a long time. Don’t get me wrong it’s been a fucking ball ache having them all home as well (much gin has been consumed), but it’s confirmed for me what matters and it sure as hell ain’t work. Those fuckers haven’t missed or needed me at all....and Jesus I worked my god damn ass off for that company for years.
Antibiotics won't work on it anyway, it's a virus you bloody great big Satsuma!!
