This week I’ve had a couple of people tell me I don’t like my job very much. My reaction each time was to assure them that I do like it. For a couple years I’ve felt that the only thing wrong with my job is me. I’m starting to question this.
These are the things I always say I like about my job:
- People
- Salary
- Location
- Interesting work (sometimes)
There are several people I really like working with. I’ve been here 9.75 years and I’ve made some good friends. However, every couple of months someone escapes from here and I’m now happier for them than I am sad about going on without them. I stay in touch with a few true friends and think fondly of the others. The people who stay here are getting more miserable about it all the time. There is less time for chit-chat than ever before.
The money is good. I make enough to pay my mortgage and expenses and a few extras. I’m sure I couldn’t find anything else with same salary in the area.
Location is awesome. I work less than four miles from my condo. I have a ten minute drive on most days. When they considered moving our office downtown Chicago I freaked. I would have left this job despite the money. I am not cut out for commuting.
The work can be interesting, but lately has been more frustrating and challenging in a bad way. I use less creativity and skill than I used to. I plan to take some training and take on a new technical role over the next few months which should increase the interest, but there is risk. The bleeding edge of technology is cruel to developers.
Most people don’t love their work right? They do what needs doing and get on with living. I feel less emotional than I felt when I started writing this. I’m back to ambivalence. Ah, crud.
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