Dear Me Day 16
Day 16/365
I'll admit it, I'm a little OCD. At least, I am when it comes to work. Today was a not-so-fabulous day. I work in a sector where transportation, relocation, and shipping meet and fuse together. During the summer it's basically one of higher leveled circles of hell, but I'm really good at it.
The trouble I have is that I am not a person who leaves things unfinished well. Not at work anyway. To me, doing my best means getting everything finished at the end of the day, or at least wrapped in a neat little bow to be revisited the next day. In my job-- that's just not always possible. In fact, it's frequently impossible. During our busy season, I started working 12 hour days M-F, half days on Saturdays, and almost full days again at home on Sundays. I was going non-stop.
Have you ever been called out for working too much? I have. After a come-to-Jesus with my boss, I cut back my hours to something more reasonable, engaged the services of a therapist (the one I currently see), and accepted that "Not Everything is Going to Get Done. And that's OK."
It was a lesson I needed to be reminded of today as I contemplated staying late at work to finish... just a few more things. At some point, the day has to end. You have accept that you've done as much as you can do, and recognize that you are not required to do EVERYTHING in the course of one 8-hour workday.
Dear Me Day 16
Day 16/365
I'll admit it, I'm a little OCD. At least, I am when it comes to work. Today was a not-so-fabulous day. I work in a sector where transportation, relocation, and shipping meet and fuse together. During the summer it's basically one of higher leveled circles of hell, but I'm really good at it.
The trouble I have is that I am not a person who leaves things unfinished well. Not at work anyway. To me, doing my best means getting everything finished at the end of the day, or at least wrapped in a neat little bow to be revisited the next day. In my job-- that's just not always possible. In fact, it's frequently impossible. During our busy season, I started working 12 hour days M-F, half days on Saturdays, and almost full days again at home on Sundays. I was going non-stop.
Have you ever been called out for working too much? I have. After a come-to-Jesus with my boss, I cut back my hours to something more reasonable, engaged the services of a therapist (the one I currently see), and accepted that "Not Everything is Going to Get Done. And that's OK."
It was a lesson I needed to be reminded of today as I contemplated staying late at work to finish... just a few more things. At some point, the day has to end. You have accept that you've done as much as you can do, and recognize that you are not required to do EVERYTHING in the course of one 8-hour workday.