"Wow. You're here everyday."
"I'm here when I'm supposed to be."
I guess that's seen as unusual behavior in the eyes of some people. It became my standard 25-30 years ago. I feel anxiety when considering calling in to take a day off. It began when I was made a supervisor. No matter how well I did, I never felt truly secure in the job. I didn't want to supply a reason to be removed from the position. And I didn't want to be the reason for another person to receive the surprise news that they had to work twelve hours.
Eventually it just became a matter of personal pride and meeting expectations. And that mattered to me.
My boss tells me that the younger crowd doesn't view work as an important part of life. That they found during covid, that they can get by with a minimal amount of it. My questions are: "Don't they have bills? Don't they feel the rising prices of everything and wonder when it will end? Don't they consider that tomorrow or next month might have financial needs?"
I used to live on that financial edge of just getting by in the moment. I didn't like it. And I wanted to be viewed as dependable. Still do.
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