Do You Love Your Job?

I love it, but not when I can't get work. I'm a musician and during the pandemic, all I can do is record drum beats in my home studio, etc., for money, but less and less people have money to spend, so I'm just trying to find work.

There are aspects of it I love, and some that I hate. And of course there are good days and bad days. Overall, I like it well enough that I don't mind having to get up and go do it every day. I mostly enjoy my time at work, and I even miss it a little when I have time off. Still, at the end of the day... work is work. When I'm there, there's a million other places I'd rather be.

I don't love my job. It's alright some of the time, but other times I don't like it at all.

The only thing I love about my unofficial job is that I won't have to do it forever.

My mom has been stuck in bed for the past few months because she got Wernicke's Encephalopathy as a result of poor nutrition, which was a side-effect of Crohn's Disease. She forgot how to stand up, walk, or use her hands, and she has dementia-like symptoms when it comes to memory. They gave her the Vitamin B-1 infusion she needed at the hospital back in February, but it takes a long time to recover from this ailment (6 months to a year). However, since she came home, she's been making a lot of progress in the past 40+ days in re-learning how to move around and use her hands, so I think she will re-learn how to walk long before her mind heals.

In the meantime, the entire family (with the help of some in-home healthcare ladies and therapists, and possibly the man upstairs) have had to help her with everything, including dressing her, changing "special undies," cleaning her, feeding her, keeping up with her medicines, getting her in and out of the hospital bed we were given and into a wheelchair, helping her to remember stuff, it's very exhausting. It's really emotionally taxing on all of us, particularly since mom used to be the fierce, independent leader in the house and how she's nearly helpless. Dad and I have had some emotional explosions more than once over it. My brother doesn't suffer as much because he isn't allowed to change mom's special underwear (some of the smells overwhelm his super-strong nose, and both he and mom agree that he shouldn't do that job anyway) and he's only had to help with her nutrient bags, keeping her company, and some physical therapy.

On the plus side, I've learned how to use a Hoyer Lift (so I can gently move mom into a wheelchair without dad straining his back), how to keep beds clean when the occupant is wearing "special underwear," how to change clothes on a person who's stuck in bed, how to change the sheets on said bed when there's a person in it, how to handle mom's memory problems better, how to organize medicines, and how to balance taking time for myself to maintain my sanity once in a while.

I've had jobs in different fields and for the most part I didn't mind the actual work itself.

What I didn't like was the accompanying bovine byproducts that came with the job... stupid office politics, petty rules and self-described geniuses who were unqualified to work in management positions.

Yes, I love what I do and I know how lucky I am to be in this position.

i mostly do.

i worked for a long time for a leviathan corporation, and i'm not gonna sit here and bad-mouth them or anything, because they paid me a good amount of money (not so much that it would make anyone jealous, but enough) for quite a few years, and i never turned down a paycheck. but i did kinda hate my job, and in a lot of ways i was pretty crappy at it. i definitely stunk at managing people. that was not a role i was born to play.

i now work for a charity, and my boss and my boss's boss are nice, completely cool guys who appreciate my experience, and the work is genuinely rewarding. even when it's difficult or challenging, it's never onerous.

i make about 1/3 of what i used to, but i could give a shit's dick-ass about that.

i guess i'm glad i worked all those years at something i was pretty bad at, because i was able to save enough money to not have to worry about financial things too much. but if i could do it again, i would tell myself to work a lot less and just relax. when people pay you more money, they expect things for it, and you may well be a lot better off if you took less money and spent less time working and more time doing things you enjoy.

I did until about a year before I retired, which was in March 2020. Things started going crazy and as my goal had always been to work until I was 70, I was close enough to that,(4 months short), to call it quits.

I'm one of those people who loves to keep busy - I miss working and I hasn't been exactly the right time this past year to find something part time to do.