Imagine this: you have an opportunity to get some overtime at work by coming in on some of your days off. Needing the money you do so, doing something other than your normal job, perhaps something dull, but willing to do it for the extra money and knowing it’s just temporary, a change-up from your normal routine on your scheduled work days.
But then you get pulled off whatever job you’re doing to do something so mind-crushingly tedious and boring that after a few hours you look something like this:
And then you discover that this wasn’t a one-time project but something that will be the norm for anyone who comes in to work extra on their days off. Something that they should hire temps to do.
You know you can use the money. And many would argue that it’s easy money. That nothing should be beneath someone willing to work hard, doing anything necessary to make ends meet.
But what do you do when you’re assigned make-work that tests the limits of your sanity? That any sort of meaningful concentration flies out the window after two hours of staring at the same things over and over and over again? That you’re given far more than you can possibly complete over the course of your shift? That by the end of the day you’ll have a migraine and your brain will be totally fried? And that if you come in the next day on your day off, you’re guaranteed to be doing the same thing?
Hell must indeed be repetition.
So what’s your limits? At what point do you decide that it’s not worth it to put in extra at work for the team, even when you’re compensated for it and you could use the extra money?

Your limits are determined by the limits of your sanity. How much does the money help? Is it worth what it’s doing to your health and your family? Is the balance worth it?
Yeah, I know, just more questions…and I’m looking at moving in my job…to the same thing, but further away, because this boss is making me crazy.
By: Mrs. Who on April 17, 2011
at 9:49 am
I’m with Mrs. Who. Only you know your limits.
Now, if you fall asleep repeatedly while performing said job, there’s your sign.
By: pam on April 18, 2011
at 12:46 pm