Is there such a thing as a work, home life and health balance? I guess it depends on the job/career you have. Money is a necessity of life…period. Without money you would not have anything and in most cases to have money you need to work. Since my little hospital stay this subject has been on my mind.
I have 18 years under my belt at my job and 12 years just in one area. I see the people I work with more than my own family…they become like a second family. But if we don’t work together would we ever talk again? Maybe on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter. We have been through divorces, marriages, affairs, and domestic violence. Weight loss, weight gain, diets, workouts, boob jobs, tummy tucks, lipo, Botox, Lapband and gastric bypass surgeries. Who is on their period, PMS and birthcontrol, sex (getting it or not getting it). Childbirth (I held my friends leg during her sons birth), deaths, birthdays, first days of school, snow delays, field trips, spring breaks and Christmas vacations.
We laugh about what funny thing our child said or did and complain when they became a teen. Single moms getting advise on what to do about their sons boners (acknowledge or not) and single dads asking what type of pad or tampon to get for their daughter. We know about husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, pretty much anyone in the family. We cry on each others shoulders throughout life’s pains. Share the joy of becoming grandparents and the sorrow when a life ends. We say prayers during illness and cards for birthdays.
We talk about who in our area is wearing what today..who has camel toe..who got their hair cut or shaved their beard off. Complain about bills, what we have to pay, how much work is needed to cover a vacation or a child’s braces. Who bought a new house, where at, how much. Who got a new car, what kind, how much.
Another quote from Fight Club “The things you own end up owning you.”
So there is a home life and a work life, but when your health is compromised because of the work life what do you do? I’ve been paying attention to the people I work with lately the people working 12 hour days, refueling on the redbulls and monsters. I see the tiredness in their eyes, the way they shift from foot to foot because their feet are sore. Go from sitting to standing because their back is stiff. We are forced to work the overtime, but even we aren’t there are those people working 12 hour days 7 days a week…what areas in their life are they sacrificing?
“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.”
I worked to give my kids not only what they needed but what they wanted. I worked for the vehicle I drive, I worked for the house we live in, the contents. I worked for the name on my clothes. I work for a company that pays me very well but is also so big they have forgotten who people are. I worked myself into the hospital along with many others yet my management team has yet to ask if I was ok. They did however let me know how many hours of overtime are mandated.
“This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.”
There is no such thing as a work, home, health balance…to give to one you have to take from another and what is the cost? I have found my answer today. Ending in this…”It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”