I really hate my job. It would be better if my boss would back off, but no. “Empty the trash! Clean the floors! Write more pages! Turn off your laptop!” I don’t know what to do because I’m self employed.
Sometimes, I’m pretty tough on myself. I’m sure you can relate. Most of us press hard for a promotion, a raise or a nicer office or larger cubicle. We do our best to make sure the boss knows we’re doing good work. That’s pretty normal.
What is not normal, is pushing harder to be perfect. None of us can be. It isn’t possible. I’ve heard people say that while perfection isn’t possible, we should always strive for it. What a load of hooey that is. It means that you are supposed to run after something that everyone knows is impossible. That will either drive you crazy, or cause you to give up, knowing that no matter how hard you work, you won’t ever reach your goal.
One thing supervisors do is ludicrous, and yet you hear it all the time. “Use smart goals”, which is an acronym for specific, measurable, achieveable, realistic and timely. Then they tell you to strive for perfection, which is unattainable! No wonder employees get so confused.
One of my problems is that I do that to myself. I always have. I think I probably drove people nuts at times, demanding the drive for perfection. I drive myself crazy. I’m supposed to take naps during the day so I don’t get worn out. Being worn out creates the perfect storm for seizures. Yet, in my quest to write the perfect book, I don’t take the time to nap.
This is crazy, I know. Most people would love to take a nap during the day. I can, but won’t. I still drive myself too hard. I’m trying to be the Lance Armstrong of the literary world. Wait, he juiced. Bad example. The Barry Bonds of the… Wait, he juiced too. Crud, who should I strive to be?
I should only strive to do my best within the logical parameters of my circumstance. As long as I put God first, family second, health issues third and writing next, my priorities will be in order. The only one I need to please is God Almighty. He asks for my obedience. He gave us only two commandments during His time on earth. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and the second is love your neighbor as yourself.
I don’t need to be the best. I want to, but I don’t need to. That takes a lot of pressure off. I’m going to have a long talk with my boss today and see if we can make some changes around here.
See you tomorrow.
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