No, not your butt.
Where do you hit bottom? Where do you hit bottom and decide you’ve had enough? Enough of whatever. Usually work, but it can be anything. School, a sour relationship, housework, an evil boss. At what point do you decide that the pain of your current routine no longer outweighs the fear of the unknown?
It seems like humans have a remarkable tolerance for suffering and/or boredom. I have endured it personally, like most people. I’ve had jobs that caused me to need therapy. And I’ve witnessed other people slogging day in and day out in a job that crushed them a little bit more every day. For some, their job is completely intolerable, but they see no escape. For others, it’s mildly annoying, but comfortable and not too hard. In a way, a comfortable job that’s not too hard is more insidious than an obviously, certifiably horrible job.
I was going to write more about my own horrible jobs of old, but I realized, I did a pretty good post on that here.
What’s the straw that breaks your back? What’s your bottom look like? Can you see it from where you are?
Again, not your butt.
Ugh, reading that older post on bad bosses brings me back, it gave me a little anxiety, even some pressure in my chest. I was still working at my bottom job when you wrote that. …now I’m clenching my teeth… where’s my mouth guard… Bad bosses/situations create long term health problems, making you feel them long after leaving those situations. Your “bottom” might be closer than you think.
I hit it…hard a year ago…Resigning from my soul destroying job in June…been going to school in the meantime…also moving 1,000 miles away. I’m on the way back up! :)
thats a tough question. with jobs, i think it differs from sitch to sitch. i hate my current teaching position, but need the money. have i been close to quitting? hell yeah. but then i reflect on the paycheck and the economy and i suck it up. i also don’t have daily contact with the things that irritate me the most in my job, so that helps. my roomie has a workplace that is actively hostile. he just takes it, day after day. like you said, sucking abit of soul away each day. i couldn’t do that. that job i would have quit years ago.economy or no economy.