The good thing when you reach your limit in something, is that you can have a fresh new start.
My conscious won’t allow me to give 80% when I can give 100. That same conscious won’t allow me to take a day off for sickness, when I know I’m fine. Thanks to my conscious I cannot not give my best in work, whether I like it or not, I’d feel guilty if I…let’s say “cheat”.
But things change, when you are in a working environment that afterall, doesn’t give a shit. Because, when presented with critics they deny, even in front of evidence, you know they really don’t give a shit. But you don’t know this until you have cleared you mind from, well me my conscious, and the pros of your job:
Pros:
Salary: call me materialist. I am.
Having your mind occupied for a time period. I need that.
Seeing different people. Not that I see much, but still different minds to talk to.
Hey we still have the economic crisis lingering, be lucky to have a job.
When you reach your limit. Meaning when people who you work with make you think, “WTF how did they even get this job,” or “Are they seriously ignoring the reality?” Because stuffing 20 children in a room that barely holds 15 makes you think that maybe children’s don’t come first.
When you see all this. Bare all this. And live it day by day. All the pros disappeare and suddenly you reach your limit. Internally you explode and say: screw it. And externally you are either very stressed and transfer this in your work or you just spill out all what you have inside.
I’ve stopped at the interal. If they don’t give a shit, why should I? With this in mind (and realizing that, I don’t have a future there (even after 30 years, I’ll never have her position or a higher one)) I will go tomorrow to work with a different attitude. More serene, less stressed.