Despite the fluorescent lighting, cheerless gray cubicles and confining schedule, I had a good job.
Or so I was told.
The truth is that I actually enjoyed the work that I did. It was purposeful and felt good to do.
I was paid well, enough to live comfortably and buy the things I wanted. And most days, I didn’t get too annoyed with the coworkers I never had a say in choosing to work with.
I was managing an employee recognition program for the largest non-profit healthcare company in the world.… Click to read more