I’m one of those crazy weirdos who actually likes work.
Well … let me rephrase that: Sometimes I hate work, but in general, work comes naturally to me. I understand it. Relationships are messy, and I’m not super good at leisure time. But with work, there are clear expectations.
Come at this time. Complete this project. Follow up with that person. Return that email. Go to that meeting. Go home for dinner, get some sleep then do the same thing again the next day.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
If you’re in a job that fits your skills, it’s relatively easy to know if you’re winning. You may not necessarily get promoted or praised, but if you consistently do what you’re asked to do, you get a paycheck. You have a fair amount of control over your success. It’s transactional; do this, and you get that. That’s how work works.
That’s what I like about work, but it leads me to what I don’t like about work.
Purpose is messy
When you care, work is hard. Sometimes I care about…