It’s Monday morning, and you’ve been dreading today since yesterday.
Your significant other knows it. He or she has consoled you since yesterday and is prepared to do so for the next week – again. Bless them.
You’re going to have another set of those meetings that just drive you up one side of the wall and down the other. The agenda, if there is one, is lame and the points made are redundant.
Speaking of redundant, what’s-his-name is going to make his point three times in a row as if everyone there didn’t understand the words that fell out of his pie hole the first time around.
Your boss – “manager” implies a level of skill or ability to relate to fellow humans that is sorely lacking from your perspective – is in rare form or at least equally annoying form to last week. Still incapable of understanding what’s on your plate or how his directives are not going to achieve his stated goals, he pulls you into one meeting after another wasting your few precious years on this earth.
Your peers and perhaps, even, your team understand the weight of each outward sigh when you return from a meeting or sign off from another soul-sucking conference call. You’ll talk about it over lunch or while taking a walk together.
At some point, you decide to turn off the edits notification feature on LinkedIn and start updating your profile. You recruit someone close to you to review your resume. You start scanning the employment sites for options. From Craigslist to your alma mater’s alumni section, you leave no stone unturned.
By the time you’ve reached this point where you are ready to do the work necessary to get out of this mind-numbing job, the folks around you silently cheer. They are tired of seeing the obvious but knowing they can’t point it out. They are weary of the same conversations about the same annoying crap that no one can still do anything to change.
They see these conversations with you as their version of your meetings with your boss. That stings a little, right?
Look, I like you. You read my newsletter, and I appreciate that. If I could make a call and get you fired for your own good, I would. But I can’t. If what I’ve described here is your world, do everyone a favor and quit.
Find another role where you add value to an organization, and it adds value to you.
When you have a headache, I’ll tell you to take an aspirin, not ride it out. If you break your leg, I’ll drive you to the doctor, not hope it sets right on its own. If you dread Monday, and you can’t be a positive force at work, I’m encouraging you to quit. You get no points for suffering. You just suffer.
You deserve better than that.