Career crisisBy Wade Kwon
Itâ€™s Labor Day weekend, and my friends are in career crisis.
Weâ€™re in our 30s, and the job landscape keeps shifting. Iâ€™m lucky: I found a job that I love after losing a job and a workplace and a newspaper.
But for those in my circle, work (or lack of it) has become a prison.
This has been building for years, this discontent, this malaise. If youâ€™re grinding it out with little recognition and heaps of abuse, why bother?
Iâ€™ve been there. It can poison the other parts of your life, no matter how good youâ€™ve got it.
I donâ€™t know if weâ€™re too tied up with our work lives. For me, work is important, but Iâ€™d gladly focus on marriage and family if those were options right now. But the day job can become a nightmare off the clock.
I listen to their horror stories: bad bosses, bad employees, annoying coworkers, fear of the future, indecision over how to make a living. I sympathize, empathize, proselytize.
And I count my blessings.
How do smart, hard-working, decent folks get stuck in crappy jobs? How do they get out? How do they find the right fit?
I suggest networking. I suggest reading â€œWhat Color Is Your Parachute?â€ I suggest sticking it out, running to a job rather than from one.
I tell them to vent to me as needed.
And I pray they find something good, or something good finds them.
Lifeâ€™s too short to be doing something you hate, when Labor Day is every day.