Originally published September 30, 2013
Though it could result in a job posting, unless I get your help. See, every morning I roll slowly out of bed; endure my morning rituals; drag my feet to work; and get there to burn through eight or nine hours of nonstop paperwork, e-mails, phone calls, and meetings. When it’s time to go home, I cannot get out fast enough. I clear my desk of papers, lock my laptop, leave my desk in neat array, grab outgoing mail on my way out the door, and as long as I haven’t forgotten anything, leave the building without looking back. (Some days I also have to drop off FedEx or make bank deposits, and I do this only begrudgingly.) That’s where you come in.
Rewind some years ago to a similar job I held, one to which I was often first in and last out. Only my workaholic supervisor was ever there before me, and many days we were rolling into work at the same time. He often left after I did, though many afternoons or early evenings, I was still there when the sun had long since set. And I loved that job enough to do so without a second thought or gripe. I have yet to find that spark of motivation at my current job, and I’ve tried everything ELSE I know to do about it. You can help by texting, calling, e-mailing, instant messaging, Facebook messaging, mentioning (e.g. on Twitter), checking in… whatever you can do to help me remember why I do what I do day in and day out.
Help me become the most inspired intrapreneur at work again. Help me feel great about leaping from bed in the morning and working without gripe until I almost miss the last bus home at night. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve used all the tricks in my arsenal that can be deployed without aid; now I need your support to help keep me focused on what’s important now, so that I can continue to build to what’s important in my future. The rewards are mutual by trickle down effect; if I’m not miserable, I likely won’t work to make you miserable. You know what you have to do…
And thank you in advance.