hello old bean!
i’m here. same ole me. but it’s a fresh year for new beginnings.
or maybe just re-thinking things and the way we see them.
that cartoon is a bit blurry. i’m sorry. but it’s what it says that’s
at least most people think so! LOL.
there are so many experts today. it’s apparently the best thing to be.
and the easiest.
they’re everywhere! they’re everywhere!
there’s your doctor oz and your doctor ruth and your judge judy
and now there’s your blogging tammy. LOLOLOL!
my subject that i’m an expert on today is burn out.
after bob died i worked a few different jobs ~ at a few different places ~
secretarial mostly ~ like in the office of the oklahoma university dean of libraries ~
~ then an oil company subsidiary of baker international ~
then i quit each one in about a year and even the oily one in 6 months.
i was still in grief i’m sure and probably confused as to my real
future. one day i threw caution to the winds and got rid of the high
heels. i didn’t really know what i wanted to do.
i worked as a house painter for about a year. it was fun. i really liked
that! it ruined my lovely feminine hands for life though. hard work will
do that. i sort of look like an iowa farm hand in that department now.
then i eventually went to work for a huge hotel and conference center.
you’ve read all about that before here in the peanut. quite a story.
and if you’re new to the peanut… go to categories. it’s probably in the
‘remember’ one. i can’t remember where i put it. hahaha.
i worked there for 5 years. i literally LOVED it. it was such fun.
i used to wait with bated breath until monday came around again.
but this post is about burnout.
i quit the hotel conference center job after 5 years. there were no
benefits nor even a future really ~ whatsoever.
if you were sick you didn’t get paid. simple.
no insurance of any kind and no retirement.
i went to work for the oklahoma dept of tourism. selling the beauties
and fascinating points of this state to unsuspecting travelers.
it was fun too for the first 15 years.
then it was creeping on up to 20 years. i retired when my service and
my age equalled 80. good grief. that will make one feel rather old.
“i just don’t care.”
this guy is sitting in the middle of the street.
he is sitting there because he is worn out.
he is thinking . . . “just run over me and put me out of my misery.”
he is suffering from a very real disease called ‘BURNOUT.’
this is sometimes what brings it on.
you are just flat overworked. and quite often . . . usually under paid.
especially in today’s market where they’re trying to cut back every way
i personally had 3 definite bouts of the burnout disease during the 20
years i worked for tourism.
i did like my job. and i genuinely loved most of the people i worked
with. many have remained friends even now.
it’s just that after 20 years it starts to become something other than the
“go sit in the corner.”
did you ever have to do that as a child? it was often a form
of punishment in schools. there always seemed to be some
mischievous little boy sitting facing a corner in a classroom.
i don’t know if they still do that in schools.
but they make you sit in corners in most offices today. i literally faced
into a corner for the last 15 years i worked. in a grey cubicle.
oddly almost like a prison cell now that i think about it.
our working environment today does very little to spark creativity or
to feed the human spirit. it leeches out vitamins with its fluorescent
lights and it leeches your soul with its cramped grey walls.
to make it worse . . .
our cubicle maze was in an old law office storage closet that had no
air flow or return. and not a single window.
years of accumulated hot air (lol) and dust from moldy old tomes were
still no doubt in the atmosphere. if not literally then figuratively.
the pictures i’ve used here are of men.
but as a widow needing to support myself and on behalf of all other
single women of a certain age required to earn their living . . .
just add the periodical ‘burnout’ symptoms to the menopausal
symptoms of suffocating hot flashes and the word “burn” takes on
a whole new meaning! LOLOL.
i am the expert here. so i get to say what i want to about this subject.
and i say this.
i always felt grateful to have my job.
i was not a ‘professional’ person. i didn’t have a degree.
i rose up through the ranks of most all the jobs i had through
just plain old diligence and ~ a simple and honestly good work ethic ~
and a sense of loyalty and respect. old fashioned really in today’s world.
nevertheless. there still came the day in those 3 different bouts of
burnout that i wanted to run away and never look back.
some people do just that. but then ~
some people mistakenly think that it’s their spouse’s fault and their
kids ~ or their dog ~ and they take it out on everyone around them.
they have an affair. they go deeper into debt by buying a little red
sports car. they color their hair. they go to bed at 7pm and wake up
they overeat all the wrong foods. and gain weight and feel awful.
then they feel burnt out and fat.
that’s no fun.
fun is the key word here. when you’re burnt out there’s no fun at all.
in the next post . . .
mr spock and burnout . . . part 2 . . .
i’ll tell you some of the things i did to help me get through it each time.
i’m the expert after all! lol.
til then old bean.