Seven years ago, I truly loved my job. I really loved it. I had a great supervisor, I got along with my coworkers, the pay was better than what I had (I was fired from my previous job), and I was respected.
Seven years later, I don’t have the love that I once had for my job. I am thankful to have said job where I work from home and I have made great friends with coworkers and former supervisors (last year alone, I had 6 different supervisors). I have liked all of my supervisors and have been lucky to have good ones but the turnover doesn’t increase my morale.
For a while they didn’t treat their people as if they mattered. They have contractors that have been with the company forever that they won’t hire (this is none of my business as I was hired after 10 months of working for them) but will get hundreds more every year. It makes me feel bad but that’s just the empath in me.
On the upside, just as I mentioned earlier, I have a job. My concerns are listened to on both the mid and high level of the corporation. I voiced my concerns last year to the CEO and they rectified the situation. There is a lot to be said for that.
I have great benefits and I just got a decent review this year which came with a bonus that was not as insulting as last year.
In the End …
I am grateful to have a job and things are getting better. I had to learn that a closed mouth doesn’t get fed so I have to just keep standing up for myself. Better things can come but I also have to make sure that I am the employee that can rise up in the ranks with my employer.