Live to work

My dearest employer,

I am really quite grateful for obtaining a full-time salaried with benefits job with almost no effort required on my part. Honestly, the most satisfying thing about my job with you is the fact that I work for a small, completely un-evil non-profit focused on education an preservation. That fucking rocks. My fairly inane job helps keep you running. I completely accept that, but I really don't want to be working with Excel and telling people what to do all day. I'm learning things and flexing muscles I never would have if I managed to make a living off what I live to do, but this HAS to be a stepping stone to something more inherently fulfilling if I'm not going to lose my sanity sometime in the next few years.

That "next few years" timescale is taking some time to get used to, but I think it's sinking in finally. I've been trying to keep my undernourished impulses fed by forcing myself to do things like this blog, but you really suck away my energy some days. Okay, a lot of days.

Now that I've got that off my chest, you should know that this is turning out to be the best work week I've had in a very long time. A few of my colleagues and I have been working very hard on our staff lounge. The place used to be dismal, and you knew it. So the four of us have been cleaning and painting and nailing decorative stuff to the wall to turn it into a place where people WANT to spend their time, rather than just the only room they can go to get away from work for a few minutes. I spent 11 hours with you today just because we were making such great progress in there today, and I really don't mind. I a tuay feel pretty great.

This is the kind of challenge I want. I know you present with other challenges I gladly try my best to rise up to, but my more commercial position makes those victories feel more fleeting.

I live this shit. If we can do more thing like this together, I might feel better about spending a couple more years with you. MIGHT.

Sincerely,

Your Humble Employee