Memo Monday: Working Depressed

Why are so many civilized humans depressed?

Oh, so many reasons.

Today I want to discuss one such possible reason. Imagine that you work for a living,   that you must sell your labor to survive. A difficult thing to imagine I know.

Now imagine also that in your job you are utterly replaceable. Imagine that they would not stumble in the slightest if you were to leave. I know, I know, preposterous.

Now imagine that in your day to day on the job that you are constantly measured against standards designed to minimize what you are to be paid. And imagine that your routine on the job includes regularly scheduled harangues and brow beating called called coaching and performance reviews. Bizarre to imagine, yes, but let's continue.

And now imagine that at the end of each day you leave your job with no evidence that you've made any impact. Imagine that that every day on the job is a day on a metaphorical hamster wheel.

In such a hypothetical situation, your job would generate no meaning and no satisfaction in a job well done, no significance and no sense of achievement. That's not a life conducive to a positive mind set.

Imagine this was your life. Yes, I know this a huge stretch (have you caught the bloody sarcasm yet?) But stick with me here. If this was your life, would you want to get up every day?

Life is short.
Work is crap.
Join my cult.