Yesterday was a good and bad day.
It was one of those days when I absolutely LOVED MY JOB….
Some days are like that, and they’re usually the days in which I’m so incredibly busy that I forget to stop and eat lunch and because I’ve thrown myself into whatever it is I’m doing, I work all the way up until 7pm.
Its those days that I’m killing time and watching the minutes tick by on the clock that make me weary of my job…. but yesterday wasn’t one of those.
I’ve had a desk covered, I mean covered, in mounds of stuff that I’ve gotten farther and farther behind on since big new responsibilities were added to my work load a few weeks ago, and I’ve been treading water to try to keep up and slowly… going… down… for the last…. (blubblubblub).
Note to self: probably not a good idea to broadcast that publicly.
So yesterday, I made it my mission to clear off my desk. Knock out every last thing on my to-do list.
I did make a HUUUUGE dent in it, though, and feel really good about the possibility that someday, somehow, before I reach retirement age, I might get caught up.
Have I mentioned before that I love my job?
Well, most of the time.
Working in a long-term care facility for children isn’t glamourous contrary to popular opinion. I don’t save lives like the respiratory therapists or help cure disease like the doctors or keep the kids healthy and happy like the nurses.
I’m just the social worker.
Which means I’ll never get rich, I’ll always have more work to do than I can do, and I come home utterly exhausted if I do it right.
But in my own way, I feel like I’m helping: I get to help those people help the kids, I help meet non-medical needs for the kids, and mostly, I’m there to help the parents.
Which I did today in a very difficult conversation with a grieving dad, thus the ‘bad’ part of my day. Bad, but good… if that makes any sense.
It wore me out… and made me happy at the same time… because THIS is what I’m supposed to do.
So those are my two questions for you (please answer in the comments!):
1. What is it that YOU would do, if money were no object and you knew you couldn’t fail?
2. What kind of work makes you feel the most satisfied and fulfilled?