*Disclaimer
In no uncertain terms does this post reflect the conditions of my current employer or the duties of my job. I love my job and am fortunate to have one after graduating college. I take my job very seriously and am good at it. The goal of this post is to illustrate to you, dear reader, the mundaneness of working a full time, 9-5 job, which can be felt at any other company. Think the movie Office Space.Lately, weekdays feel like a voluntary prison sentence. Work hours are not the only time I feel like an inmate, my free time on weekdays equally feel like that of a prisoner. The mundane is overtaking me.
Wake up-- read the NYT-- coffee-- shower-- make lunch-- warm up car--- buy breakfast-- bull shit with co-workers-- answer emails-- make calls-- go on scheduled calls--- meetings--- lunch--- more emails-- more calls-- zone out-- bull shit-- zone out-- scheduled call-- leave-- gym-- dinner-- read-- Netflix-- bed. Rinse, wash, then repeat for five days in-a-row.
Work meticulously completed for the month is erased like a differential equation on a white board only to start over, clean, the following month. Success is short-lived, especially if the paycheck is spent.
As an employee at the bottom of the org chart, my daily tasks' variance is insignificant. The people I call and email change, but the procedure does not. Monthly revenue quota is met most months.
As if the mundaneness hadn’t been oppressive enough when I found myself being passed up for a promotion recently, it became all the more apparent that my performance was not the question-- seem to be my Doogie Howser level age? My contribution to the company is generating revenue and managing customers. Sometimes I pass intelligence to marketing, customer success, and development. The latter is not my responsibility, yet I do it anyway because I want the company to be successful. Would take on tasks outside my responsibility not warrant my ability to take on more responsibility? No. I can handle it. Alas, besides making larger deals, my company does not need me to do anything else. Just a that-a-boy and keep earning while I make a modest portion.
While 50-60 hours of my week are spent at work, another 50 hours are spent sleeping, and 58-63 hours are spent doing everything else I need to do. The amount of time allocated to off work and sleep hours is disenchanting because of my concern for working well and getting enough sleep. Lately, I feel more ambitious while not at work, so I have created more projects to complete outside of work than at work, which should be the reverse. As a result, the amount of time required for proper completion of post-work projects is not adequate. I feel more inspired at home with my own thoughts than I do at work for following someone else’s dream is demotivating. If only my ambitions felt during free time coincided with what I do at work. Maybe this is the reason why I am experiencing this thought.
Whereas, some weeks days are high and mighty! This doesn't happen often, and when it does, I feel unstoppable. Some of the invincibility comes from sequential slice wins like crushing my revenue quota, seeing an old college friend at a reunion party, going on a company outing, thinking of an innovative strategy for enterprise sales during said company retreat, being invited to sit in on a demo of a product thought of as useless only to solve a need for data one year running, seeing my lady-friend Saturday night after not anticipating the event to happen at all, and smelling the hint of a promotion all in the course of four days. When I do have an endorphin binge, it doesn't stop for many days. Unfortunately, what must go up must come down, and the mood is no exception. Yet, I welcome the change in mood for knowing downs from ups is what makes the ups so pleasurable. A good mood high is sustained from short term and long term accomplishments in all aspects of life, a consistently held positive attitude, and luck.
When I feel blue or bright, I reflect on where I've been and ponder where I am going to find solace and serenity. Life is a canvas covered in pencil drawings. The beauty of life is it can be whatever you want. All it takes is an eraser. But, remember that even the best eraser leaves marks from the past. Nevertheless, the canvas will never look the same as it did a year ago. Though it may seem like it hasn't changed because the job, domicile, and body remains the same, I honestly believe to have changed as a person and, onward, my path to a successful career is in an entirely new and exciting direction from where I thought it was going a year ago.
-Tyler