It’s been on my mind lately. One of my closest friends quit their job this week. A good job, where they were valued and paid enough. What pushes people to the breaking point? Why are some more willing to take the crap than others?
Being a millenial (which now feels like a rude word), I’m caught in the middle. Being raised by people that were taught that one stable job the rest of your life is a great deal, but also seeing that now the world is open to opportunities like there never was, but at a price.
Honestly, the industry I have found myself in can be incredibly cutthroat. I myself have made decisions I never thought I would. I’ve had to question people on their personal life even if I didn’t want to hear a single detail. I’ve had to cut hardworking folks because of a business need. I’ve had to have incredibly tough conversations that impacted people’s livelihoods.
It’s changed me. In a way I hope for the better, but sometimes, the cynicism cuts right through sometimes. When I try and advise people who haven’t gone through what I have, and offer them worst case scenario, I feel bad. I want them to be hopeful and look for the best in people, but I have had to look at the worst.
Maybe it’s just me. The reality is, there is no white knight to save me from a life of hard work and persisting stress. If I want to succeed, I will have to do this on my own. I cannot depend on others for my life to improve, it just doesn’t work that way for me.
But as always, I digress.
I’m paddling away at the soup of labor, and sometimes it feels like I’m getting pulled under. Sometimes I just want to flip a table. Other times it’s so fulfilling and I’m grateful that I’m able to impact others positively, but that can really be a two edged sword.
So when is enough, enough?
I guess I’ll find out.