You eventually reach a point where you're not getting back what you put in. This is common professionally and personally.
It comes down to the amount of bullshit you want to put up with. When I was at the IPT, I reached a point where the bullshit outweighed the paycheck. But I couldn't scale back my hours; I was "important" and had to be there to get the paper out. I hit the point where my sanity was more important than the paycheck; the Thunder Yeti killed my love of newspapers -- the fat bitch sat on it and obliterated it into sub-atomic particles. And like that, Jen is done with newspapers in Idaho. For good.
At Corporation X, there's a disturbing trend of your best effort not being good enough. But hey, if you don't want me working past 40 hours a week, that won't be a problem.
I guarantee it.
Friday, February 9, 2007
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