Work v Home

I have my “work” mode and my “home” mode.

At work I am organized and clean. At home I’m cluttered and dirty.

At work I have bright colors, birthday cards, employee notes of praise, flowers, punny sayings, and mementos up and neatly displayed in order to make my environment more “homey.” 

At home I have muted colors, no or little personal items or pictures around me, things I could do without, and hardly feel like my home is a “home.”

At work I’m able to find what I need easily as I have all the resources I need arranged in a systematic way. At home I can’t find anything I need so I end up buying more stuff.

At work I am engaged with people constantly and thrive off it. At work I seclude into my own world, feeling drained when I interact with my family.

::Ding, ding, ding: We have a winner! It’s my WORD mode.

Why such the contrast? My “relaxation” at home is actually laziness and does not actually make me feel relaxed. 

What can be done about it?  Well, I think using some of that energy I spend at work on my home life. Even just a smidgen would make a dramatic difference.

As I’m going full-force at work (and I mean pushing myself to my absolute limit and doing my very best every day) I can dial it down a bit.

Yep, it’ll reduce my call numbers. But I’d actually provide better quality service, like I was doing before. Plus, I’m not hitting the numbers anyway as they’ve increased standards such that I have to do a third more work to maintain the same pay.  I’m going to be getting a dramatic pay decrease either starting next month or January. They won’t like my not killing myself for my job, but I’m looking for other work anyway, so…


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About Quixie

Hi! I go by "Quixie." Quixie is a shortened version of "quixotic," which means: "exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical." It's how I described my evangelical Christian faith when I started blogging 7 years ago. Now I'm an agnostic atheist who is trying to find a balance between idealism and reality. I write about my mental health journey with bipolar disorder, my loss of faith (deconversion), parenting teens, reading, exercise/health, work-life, and my marriage separation/divorce.