What am I doing here?<\/p>\n
I just turned 35 and I’m working at a help desk. I just turned 35 and I spend my days answering phones telling people their user names or reactivating their accounts. I spend my days doing the same thing I did the day I left college.<\/p>\n
I’m very well paid for the work I do. It’s not fulfilling nor interesting. It’s not something I enjoy or think about. This job has no emotion to it at all. I go in to work and I shut off my brain. I don’t need it. It’s rote memorization and repetition of questions and facts.<\/p>\n
But that’s also the point of this job. I don’t need anything challenging. I don’t need to spend my days struggling to solve hard problems or make the world a better place.<\/p>\n
I perform a job, a function that’s needed and can’t be turned over to a robot. I answer phones and I talk to people. I enable them.<\/p>\n
I’m an enabler. I help them where they would fail without me. I give them tools to complete their work. I fix problems and guide. I help.<\/p>\n
My job is a job. I work. I go home. I don’t think about it any more. It’s not a challenge. It’s a job. It pays me. I can afford a nice place to live. I pay my bills. I can afford a nice life and to travel and live in a nice house with my wonderful wife. I can afford to be comfortable.<\/p>\n
I buy comfort with my job.<\/p>\n
The callers keep me comfortable. They fill the hours. They pay my bills. They keep me working. They keep me comfortable.<\/p>\n
Comfortable isn’t the worst thing in the world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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