Recently, Mr. and Mrs. PoPs over at Planting Our Pennies talked about the guilt some people feel when quitting their jobs. I can’t really relate because, to me, a job is just a job. My boss employs me to get work done, and in turn, I get paid. If I’m not productive enough or not making enough money for the company, he wouldn’t hesitate to let me go. So, why should I feel guilty about leaving or worry about putting the company in a tough spot?
Plainly put, I’ve never been emotionally attached to my various jobs—they’re simply a means to afford food and shelter. While I do enjoy my current travel writing gig, I won’t sacrifice my health or personal balance for it. I only put in the necessary time to get the job done. However, I know others feel differently.
I recently reconnected with two old friends who have had very demanding jobs for the past decade. Their jobs aren’t just demanding; they’re incredibly emotionally draining. One works as a social worker for people considered “lost causes,” and the other is part of an emergency response team for an NGO. She’s witnessed death, starvation, and extreme crises, all while operating with limited resources.
Both of these women, now in their mid-thirties and mid-forties, took these jobs because they felt passionate about their causes. Despite the significant impact of their work, they earn very little and have been severely depressed for several years. The older one never married or had kids, and the younger one is also single. While I understand their dedication, I question if they should continue in roles that make them so unhappy. If they are in poor mental shape, they can’t help many people effectively.
I was miserable at my old job too. My coworkers made my life unbearable, so for the last few months, I barely interacted with them. Why did I stay? Because I needed a consistent work history to buy a home. Once I achieved that, I waited for the bonus time, got my check, and quit. I endured those horrible days because I had a goal, and that goal made the struggle worthwhile.
My friends have noble goals; they want to make the world a better place. But by staying in jobs that depress them, I’m uncertain they’re benefiting anyone. They could find other ways to help people that wouldn’t compromise their happiness. Not everyone is suited for emotionally taxing roles like doctors or funeral home workers. When I advised them to switch jobs, they argued, “if I don’t do it, who will?” I firmly believe that someone more emotionally equipped would step in and do a better job.
These two friends are extreme examples, but many people overextend themselves at work and get little in return. My mom and sister often bring work home without any extra pay. Many friends are too scared to ask for raises. One friend went on a month-long business trip for a promised bonus, only for his boss to fabricate a reason not to pay him—and he still returned to work the next day.
I chose to live my life on my terms, prioritizing my happiness and loved ones over my job. I’m not afraid to quit and seek something better if I don’t get what I believe I deserve.
How about you? How much are you willing to give to your job?
