I’m realizing this year that the things I care about are changing (somewhat dramatically). The basics are the same, but some of the “clutter” is taking its leave. The last 12 months have helped with that process.
- I care about the lives and happiness of those in my life, but I really don’t care about what people think of me.
- I care about enjoying what I do, not so much pulling in a check (though bigger checks would definitely be a huge help, especially lately).
I’m trying to minimize my stress. The things that increase my stress are falling further and further to the wayside… It might be the depression talking, but for once, it’s not the anxiety… I just don’t care about the stupid stuff anymore.
I don’t care about drama, and busting my butt for things that cause more stress than joy. I miss working with people I care about. I miss having friends at work, and a place that values quality over the bottom line. I’m tired of going to work and knowing that 9/10 times I’ll be the only staff in with a group of over 20 dogs, a handful of whom shouldn’t be in an unstructured group setting… I’ve learned I care about the dogs I work with, but not about the job itself… it’s time to move on. This place will never be the smaller center, nor will it be like it was under the previous manager. The new guy is definitely very “corporate”, and that’s just not my style. The bottom line should never be more important than the animals we care for…
It might finally be time to take a deep breath, and find another job. It was made more clear when I realized I might be written up for missing a mandatory staff meeting last week, and it didn’t phase me at all.