Nothing bothers me more than not having a voice. The two or three best jobs I’ve ever had all gave me a sense of being listened to and respected for my observations, as well as some ability to have some say over my work product. When those things are present, I have a sense of well-being. When they are not, everything seems bleaker. Having a sense that what I do matters is much more important to me than how much money I make.
I was reminded of this the other day when a coworker called me out for being a cynic. I have been aware for some time that my discouragement over my job situation affects my conversation with colleagues. I don’t allow it to spill over into interactions with our constituents, but obviously have been less successful where coworkers are concerned. Something’s gotta give. Thank heavens for the blogosphere.
