If you love your work, you will never work a day in your life, A Myth?Posted: March 15, 2007
Ever since I started joining the work force (thats about five years ago), I try my best to love what I am doing to the point that you can call me a martyr. I believe that if you love what you are doing, you won’t work a day in your life. True enough, when I am enjoying my work, I am the first to come to work, I am the last to go home, in short, I live as if my home is my work that you would think that I am just a border at my own house.
I tried my best, I know deep inside I did. I have this “ideal” in my head before that wherever my first job will be, I will keep as long as I could. But what happened was, after three months working there ( I love the job by the way. We were like a happy family), the company closed as it is operating on a loss.
Then, the sister company “absorbed” me and hired me as an additional staff in the accounting department. All is ok. But the thing is, I am unhappy. I am lonely, I’ve got no friends and I couldn’t comprehend with their culture. My co-departments have this “clique” that I couldn’t seem to understand. After three months, I decided to resign. But the funny thing is, they are actually planning to let me go. They are apparently are having some problems as well and have decided to cost-cut as their performance is going down hill. I am the last in and the first one to go. I was relieved.
My third job is still related to my two previous jobs. They are a supplier of my previous company. In there, I was more relaxed. I learned a lot. I’ve learned how to cheat my customers 😀 , how to pretend to be dumb, how to send a SMS message to your boss “Ano ang problema ni ma’am? Bakit parang tinotopak na naman?” ( Translation: What’s ma’am’s problem? Is she getting psycho?”), be commanded by five bosses and pretend (again) that one peso increase in salary of your per day is normal. I became bored and found the job taking me for granted. After a year and seven months, I quit the job.
The next day, I started again a job which turned out to be a very much like environment. I was entertained at first, doing the job as if I am just playing. Until the day of I was wondering where the hell is my social life. I need to get out of there. Too much negative feedbacks. And the search again began.
I landed my current job due to my cousin. They needed an additional as they the bulk of work was getting heavier. Then, I felt happy again. I thought new challenges, excitement etc. I worked right away, a day after my last day from my previous job.
But is it true that some good things never last? I am now on my two and a half years with my company. But right now, I feel that I am dragging myself just to get to work. I am not happy as I used to and sometimes go semi-crazy and couldn’t concentrate on work.
I couldn’t help remembering a saying that “If you love your work/doing, you will never work a day in your life.” Does it mean that I don’t love my work? Or perhaps I just saw that I really wanted to do something else than just counting people’s money?
I am now just at the dead end of my “soul searching”. I’ll write more about it soon. But advices are welcome. I love that.