I work in retail, and itís true, some enjoy spending all their time at work, and thatís fine. If you want to spend 60 hours at work, thatís your prerogative. What I donít like is the judgmental attitudes surrounding work hoursĖ the unsaid expectation that if you donít work 9-9, youíre a failure, or letting your team down.
No, working 12 hours, five days in a row makes me miserable AND a failureĖ a failure at my job. I work to live, I donít live to work, as the old saying goes and, when I first started and was eager to fit in, I bent over backwards keeping a similar schedule. I felt ashamed that my Ďmeagerí 12 hour day contribution wasnít enough, and I felt in Ďaweí of the woman that habitually came in at 6am and leaving at 9pm. Then one day, about a year into the job, I remember wondering why I had gotten the flu yet AGAIN, (the fourth time in two months!) when it hit me. I was working way too much and almost killing myself. Life is going to get me in the end. I donít need my job to speed up that process.
Now I work less, work better, and win more accolades, get more sales, and get sick less, all because I donít conform to the cult of overwork. Iím in the minority, but Iím happy. And that lady? Well, she still works her heart out, and complains the whole way.
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