30 Consecutive Days of Hating Your Job: DANGER!
Recently I attended a “Salon” at Jeanne Heartly’s home. For those of you who don’t know her, Jeanne is a former President of the American Society of Training and Development who is one of the best practitioners of Organization Development in the world. Can you tell I think highly of her? Jeanne holds these salons quarterly for a few of the people who work in organization development or training. It is a way to meet with colleagues and bare the embarrassing, horrid, terrible and terrific things that happens to us in our work – in a completely confidential way. It is a place where one can be sure to find support for one’s work. Most of that comes from Jeanne’s warmth. And the singular way she chooses who will attend.
I wish all of you had a Jeanne’s salon in your life…
At the salon, Beverly Kaye was talking about titles for her new book on careers – watch for it in 2012.
I know it will be a winner, like her previous books Up is not the Only Way and Love ‘em or Lose ‘em”.
The discussions made me evaluate my own “career” – which is more like a random set of lucky (and unlucky) decisions made on the fly. I DO remember that every morning I would wake up and evaluate whether I felt like going to work. Yup, every morning! My deal with myself was that if I did not want to go to work 30 days in a row, I would quit.
Now, I have done some family intrusive things during my career such as spending 3 years commuting to San Francisco each week so I could be involved as the SVP Training and OD person in the largest bank merger in history at the time. And I loved that job, but I stopped that commute when I realized that my husband was being the mother to my children. He was a great mother, but I wanted to be their mother. (I left being the father to him!) So I left Bank of America.
Then, to make things “easier,” I took a job with a 90-minute commute each way! As HRD, VP at Disneyland I worked a lot of Saturdays and Sundays and I’d take my two children to work with me and have them run around the Park. They loved the Park. I would let them run loose for several hours. It was a blast. For a while. But after a number of years my daughter resisted going – she said she would rather go shopping for food (a dreaded task in our house hold) than go to Disneyland. So I left that job.
A promotion to Corporate meant a shorter commute – but still long hours. And I was still asking myself EVERY DAY — Do I want to go to work today?
I left The Walt Disney Company to spend time with my children (who were then teens!). I’m glad I did, but in many ways I feel that I lived my family life in reverse. Instead of being with my babies, I spent time with my young adults.
Now, I am back working at full speed. I don’t have “children” any more – as my therapist told me, I am the parent of “adults.” This means that I cannot give them ultimatums, advice, or insight. I can only give them love and money.
Guess what? I love my job.