Unless we're independently wealthy, most of us spend a large part of
our waking hours at work. Our "second homes" can contribute positively
or negatively to our well-being. If you're suffering from depression,
it's worth asking yourself if your job could be a factor, or even the
sole cause.
Perhaps
your job isn't a good fit with your personality. I found over the years
that, probably because of my Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder,
I get bored doing
jobs that keep me any less than extremely busy. One temporary job I
held required me to do nothing but sit at my desk and read for four out
of five days, as my boss was traveling all but one day of the week.
While some people would probably find that type of job relaxing, I was
so unhappy that I dragged myself reluctantly to work each day.
Then
there was my stint in retail. Although I worked in a managerial
capacity in each store I was in, I was expected to sell. I hate
selling. First of all, I'm somewhat introverted. Not the best
personality fit for selling. Second, I guess I have a smidgen too much
integrity for the job. I just couldn't bring myself to tell someone
they looked great in an outfit if they didn't, or try to sell them
something they clearly didn't need. I was never comfortable lying,
bending the truth or even exaggerating. I was very happy performing the
operational duties like checking in shipments and processing payroll
and paperwork. But everyone in a small retail store is expected to
sell, especially during the holidays, so I really couldn't get away
from it, and was consequently miserable. A bleeding ulcer finally
forced me out of retail and into administrative work.
Sometimes
your work environment itself is the culprit. Your workplace might be
stressful or unpleasant. Maybe you're someone who craves quiet, but
works in a noisy factory. Perhaps you have Seasonal Affective Disorder
(SAD) but you work in an area with little or no light, when you really
need a window with lots of sunlight.
Do
you have an ineffective or unpleasant boss? My first job out of college
was as a receptionist at a management consulting firm (my B.A. in
English Lit was vastly under-appreciated when it came to getting me a
job). Although the first group of people I worked with were pleasant
and helpful in telling me what was expected of me, the boss I worked
for when I was promoted to Team Assistant was another matter. For one
thing, he was immature. This was during the 80s, when 1-900 recorded
phone sex lines were popular. He would call one of these numbers and
then forward the call to me. I could see him through the glass wall
that separated our desks, snickering at my puzzled expression when I
heard a sexy female voice coming on to me.
That was simply annoying (and pre-sexual harassment awareness, so useless to complain about), but his lack of direction to me was more serious. My orientation to the job consisted of being shown where the filing cabinets were. I wasn't given any goals or specific projects. I floundered around for about three months, trying to figure our what I was supposed to be doing. Finally, I dragged him into a conference room and told him that I didn't feel like I was being effective in my job at all and that I needed some help and direction. He assured me that I was doing fine, but three months later I was told by Human Resources that he had asked that I be reassigned. They told me that he hadn't been any more effective with his previous Team Assistants and he wasn't going to get another one assigned to him. Unfortunately there were no teams in need of an assistant, so I was laid off.
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