Whatever problems I might have with my job, my boss is a sweetheart.
She refers to all of her employees as her “children” (except for the 55-year-old guy, who she calls “the brother I never had”). It was nice when I first moved out to California from the other side of the country. It’s nicer now that I’m in grad school and she encourages me to sneak off and do homework during unimportant meetings.
Unfortunately, she is exactly all of the things I don’t want to do with my career.
She once described her disappointment when, fresh out of college, she discovered that everything she had learned would not be used in her job. Obviously, this was almost 30 years ago and as a woman, it would be difficult for her to get technical jobs. Her final decision was that as long as they paid her, she didn’t care what they made her do.
She has been at the same job for 30 years. THE SAME JOB.
Sure, she got promoted and I think she makes decent money. I think she has quite a bit saved up, too. So if I’m looking at it from a purely PF perspective, it also looks like a smart financial choice.
But she doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t have many friends out of work. She spends most of her time complaining about the work she has to do. I know she has a lot of money, but it just doesn’t seem worth it.
The scariest thing is this could be me. There was a point where I considered giving in because they pay me and if my worst complaint about work is that I don’t really have enough to do, maybe it’s worth it. I’m glad I moved out of that rut, because I don’t want to be here in 30 years, sighing loudly very time someone sends me an email (or a telepathy message, it will be the future!) and with lots of money that I’ve never bothered to enjoy.