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[adrienmundi]

Work has been crazy this week. There's something about too much work, about juggling more and more balls while spinning countless plates and dancing with (semi)trained bears that's invigorating in a way; the first three days this week found my spirits and energy both high, my outlook rosy. The problem with operating in crisis mode, though, is that it takes a toll. Today, my mood is gloomier (but not down); I'm feeling fatigued, beleagured but not embittered. How long can this go on? I want to ask, but know the answer is that this is the new 'normal', not an aberration.

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[okfineverygood.livejournal.com]

Work *can* really be like a drug. All those spinning plates and whirling balls get the adrenaline going. Then, throw in just a little positive reenforcement so it starts feeling good to do it, and suddenly, you've got yourself a full fledged addiction that make the slightest of slowdowns seem downright boring...

...Work is a crappy drug.

[okfineverygood.livejournal.com]

Not inherently crappy, I guess - it is what you make of it. I've personally just been way overboard at times.

[adrienmundi]

I tend to think it's crappy for me. I get sucked in, get some reward, but then the larger part of me that isn't invested in work identity, work meaning, recoils, rebels, and leaves me feeling post-crashy, hollow, like the sense of accomplishment, of reward and everything that flowed from it, is ephemeral at best, suspect at worst. And, it's just exhausting.