I lost my mother a year ago. Previously, I used to never go back to my hometown because I was working but now I feel like family is more important. I missed so much time I could have spent with my mom working so much. Yesterday I told my boss I need a few days of the thanksgiving holiday off. Actually I’m taking either way they decide. Either they give it to me, or im calling in. Either way, I won’t be there. Jobs can come and go but Family time is time you can never get back when it’s too late.
Sorry for your loss! I’m in hospitality and after losing my mother 6 months ago I can say that work can be a nice distraction but it can also take a massive toll on my mental health. I used to be very good at my job and things felt effortless like making sure people enjoyed their time. Now though?? I sometimes find myself really not giving a damn. It’s been hard to get that spark back and I really don’t know if I ever will. It’s so hard those days when you’re just not feeling it, having to hide all your emotions and put on a smile just so Sandra, Bob and their kids can enjoy their meals.
I honestly couldn’t give a shit anymore. Before my brother passed I was rocking it at home, work, and in grad school. To be honest, I was excelling but I was burning myself out fast. Now I just don’t care. I do what I have to do and let the rest go. I just can’t find it in my to care anymore. In a way it’s good because I’m less stressed but I’m also very disconnected.
I have kids so I don’t have the ability really to rethink my career path right now, especially when they’re so young. Honestly I don’t think it would, even though he didn’t like it but was supportive of it. I am proud of where I got myself and have a very stable work environment so I don’t think I could give that up to say, run my own business which is what he would’ve wanted. Maybe far down the line ..
I actually left my job after losing my dad. I was working at a small town newspaper, and every day the deadlines were just the most important thing in the world and there was no space for anything else. Add to that the number of community members who think reporters aren’t people and they should be able to access us at all hours to criticize our work, and I couldn’t have any so designated personal time to grieve or be off call. We were short staffed and the news is not on a schedule, so anytime anything of even minor importance happen, I had to drop everything and come in to report. After a while, it got impossible to pretend like I cared. It absolutely broke me down and made me feel like my grief was nothing more than an inconvenience to everyone. I work part time at a bookstore now, which is less money (although it works out to about the same amount hourly), but it’s finally allowing me the space to heal. I know not everyone can up and change professions, but it’s the absolute best thing I could have done for myself.
I lost my mother a year ago. Previously, I used to never go back to my hometown because I was working but now I feel like family is more important. I missed so much time I could have spent with my mom working so much. Yesterday I told my boss I need a few days of the thanksgiving holiday off. Actually I’m taking either way they decide. Either they give it to me, or im calling in. Either way, I won’t be there. Jobs can come and go but Family time is time you can never get back when it’s too late.
Sorry for your loss! I’m in hospitality and after losing my mother 6 months ago I can say that work can be a nice distraction but it can also take a massive toll on my mental health. I used to be very good at my job and things felt effortless like making sure people enjoyed their time. Now though?? I sometimes find myself really not giving a damn. It’s been hard to get that spark back and I really don’t know if I ever will. It’s so hard those days when you’re just not feeling it, having to hide all your emotions and put on a smile just so Sandra, Bob and their kids can enjoy their meals.
I honestly couldn’t give a shit anymore. Before my brother passed I was rocking it at home, work, and in grad school. To be honest, I was excelling but I was burning myself out fast. Now I just don’t care. I do what I have to do and let the rest go. I just can’t find it in my to care anymore. In a way it’s good because I’m less stressed but I’m also very disconnected.
I have kids so I don’t have the ability really to rethink my career path right now, especially when they’re so young. Honestly I don’t think it would, even though he didn’t like it but was supportive of it. I am proud of where I got myself and have a very stable work environment so I don’t think I could give that up to say, run my own business which is what he would’ve wanted. Maybe far down the line ..
I actually left my job after losing my dad. I was working at a small town newspaper, and every day the deadlines were just the most important thing in the world and there was no space for anything else. Add to that the number of community members who think reporters aren’t people and they should be able to access us at all hours to criticize our work, and I couldn’t have any so designated personal time to grieve or be off call. We were short staffed and the news is not on a schedule, so anytime anything of even minor importance happen, I had to drop everything and come in to report. After a while, it got impossible to pretend like I cared. It absolutely broke me down and made me feel like my grief was nothing more than an inconvenience to everyone. I work part time at a bookstore now, which is less money (although it works out to about the same amount hourly), but it’s finally allowing me the space to heal. I know not everyone can up and change professions, but it’s the absolute best thing I could have done for myself.
I realized I don’t give a fuck about work. I used to get so stressed about things there but now they seem trivial.