So, today’s the day we start our 36 hour project. I’ve got 20 minutes to prepare, then everything kicks off.
I’ll be working for the next 8 hours, then I get a few hours off to sleep, then I work another 6 hours overnight. I get to sleep in the a.m., then I may have to work in the afternoon.
My sleeping schedule is going to be completely screwed up, and that’s a problem. I don’t know why this job involves so much sleep disruption. Either it’s cross-country travel, or it’s off-hours work. Either way, it’s not healthy, and it doesn’t let me do my best work.
I haven’t done my best work in years.
I’m not sure I even care, anymore. The company gives me a paycheck, yes, but I no longer have any emotional investment in them — or my work for them. They’ve made it clear what they think of their workforce. They’ve shorted us on our performance bonus, time and time again, and they lay people off whenever they like. I show up, I do the bare minimum — for the sake of self-preservation — and I collect my paycheck.
They still get more than they pay for, even when I’m not over-the-top productive and 1000% invested. I’m still a top performer, even when I’m not bothering to indulge in any loyalty to them.
It’s a shame, really. I used to be so invested and invigorated by my work. But that’s changed over the past years. And I have to say I’m actually happier now than I was, when I was anguished and fretting over everything I did, how I did it, and whether or not it turned out exactly the way I planned.
I’ve let a lot of stuff go, and it’s helped me.
But still, I do feel a bit of a void, where my personal investment used to be.
Oh, well. There are other things that brighten my day. Like my own interests and projects. Like my hobbies. Like my books.
There’s plenty of other things to fill that void.
Like taking the best care of myself, that I possibly can. No matter what everybody else does.
I just miss caring deeply about my work, sometimes…