I am burned out.
I am sick of working nights and weekends.
I never see my friends. I don’t even think they notice anymore.
I am sick of a job where I just sit on my ass and stare at a computer screen and deliver page proofs to people like some kind of copy boy.
I have grown tired of some people’s refusal to recognize me as having earned the creative freedoms I feel I’ve earned.
I am pissed at myself for deciding that my love of journalism/visual editing should trump my more practical concerns about a sustainable career that wouldn’t be gutted by short-sighted corporate overlords who only care about fattening the bottom line AKA eventually making my job redundant.
I think I am overworked and underpaid.
I figure I don’t do anything about it because I am lucky to just be employed.
I am terrified of making a radical leap but I wonder if it’s the right thing to do, given the prevailing attitudes about people with my job description, and what my corporate overlords have in store for me in the next year or two.
I am being cryptic for obvious and obviously annoying reasons.
I am positive that blogging about these things is a really bad idea but I figure I have nothing to lose.
I want nothing but the best for my employer (and therefore my community) but I feel completely hamstrung by outside forces.
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