marcicat | Work(.!?) (because no one wants to feel competent *all* the time, right?)

Work is weird right now. Everyone seems kind of depressed, and I’m worried it’s my fault.

I’ve had the above two sentences sitting in this post for over an hour, without coming up with any follow-up. So there’s that.

And then there was this:
Work. Pissed me off mightily when someone else was in charge, but now that I’m the one supposed to be making things happen, I’m all “bwuh?” Because I love this job in a lot of ways, and it makes me upset to see how unhappy people are, and yet at the same time I have this feeling like “can you *please* stop your moaning and be grateful for what you *do* have?”

I mean, I don’t want to go all “there’s starving children in Africa and that’s why you have to eat your peas,” but it’s not as if there’s a plethora of jobs out there. One would think that it might be prudent to expend some efforts to stay employed.

(And a special note on timing: is this a good time to ask for a raise? Signs point to no. It’s kind of like saying, “hey, I’m thinking about doing my job, but you’ve been paying me to do less than my job for a while now, so if I’m going to do this for realsies, maybe you could give me more money.” Sorry, no. That’s why it’s called, oh yeah, Your Job.)

So I’m gripe-y, and we’re right back to the beginning — everyone seems depressed, I’m worried it’s my fault, and I’ve got no clue what to do about it.

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