I was never afraid of hard work. That is, I do all that I am able to within the confines of my mortal limits. Last week was one of the hardest weeks I have ever had in the working world. I now know why being short handed is so crippling. I now know why my father, Bill, was so tired when I was growing up. I now know why small business owners are some of the hardest working people on the planet.
We all work hard. Well, people that are functional members of society. And this isn't a pissing contest as to who works the hardest, no. This is...well I guess a monument? Tribute? Post to those who work until there is nothing left, and then put in a few more hours before going home.
As my job description grows, I have less time in the day to do everything that I need to. Complaint? No. I want more responsibility, I want to grow and learn more. But, when there is no-one to do a job, you have to do it yourself. I mean you don't have to, but you have to be ready to accept the consequences of your lax attitude. I've been on multiple estimates, did multiple carpet cleanings, one completely by myself, and then do my regular job on top of it all. I was completely burned out from two Saturdays ago all the way up until Sunday of last week.
Personal problems, along with a massive workload, drain anyone. But last week? I thought I had reached my limit long ago. Now? I truly know what that limit is, and what I need to do to get past it and improve it. As hard as last week was, I am glad for it. I am glad that my muscles are tight, my mind was fried, and my hands ached. Each moment of discomfort was an affirmation of adulthood and leadership. So as hard as your job may be, relish that challenge, move past it, and evolve into a better human being. Am I enlightened? HA! No way.
But I wanna try to be.
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