So, I’ve made it quite clear in the past that I am not normal. A normal person would be happy when quitting time rolls around. I find, at my new job, that I’m actually disappointed when that happens.
Now, this isn’t because I’m some dyed-in-the-wool, drank the kool-aid loony. I’m happy when I’m helping people at the call center and making money for myself and the company. But at the end of the day, I can’t help but think that I didn’t do good enough. As long as the clock is still ticking, I can keep trying, keep doing what I can. But as soon as I punch out, I get depressed, because I’m done, I can’t do any more, I have to go home with what I did. And its never enough.
Never enough, a refrain I’m very, very familiar with.