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JOB FULFILLMENT





JOB FULFILLMENT

It is a widely accepted belief that finding fulfillment on a job comes with the money you get - your 30 day paycheck. One cannot deny the fact that monetary rewards are essential. However, there are people whose frustration with their job has no ties with its monetary value. Some could not care less how much their monthly reward is. What they seek is the inner joy, peace and the drive that comes with knowing that you are attending your 9-5 job. Our example is not so farfetched after all. You walk into a bank on a sunny afternoon and despite the cool air from the air-conditioning system to calm heated nerves, the teller you are queued up with seems so far away and you could see the tell-tale sign of tiredness and frustration from the creased elbow of the attendant. She can’t wait to see you leave the hall as she nonchalantly takes the slip from you and offhandedly tells you to drop the control copy in a box meant for the purpose. You wonder what her problem could be…
Many are the worries of the “not fulfilled employee.” Many wake up to leave their houses because they are presented with little or no choice at all but to earn a living. You know our example isn’t far-fetched. Presently, mental health has a lot to do with the joy and satisfaction that comes with livelihood.

Are you at this point as well where you get up and go simply because nothing looks better? Are you tired of just getting your 30-day check with nothing to look forward to on the job? Yes, I guess this is how to get out of your woes:
-         If you need to take a break, please take a break. It’s a hard one to do but a few days or weeks of leave does no one any harm. Better still, if you need a big break, take it.
-         Align your interest with your career goal.
-         Redefine your career goal.
-         Is there a need to talk to any of your superiors? Please do.
Throughout life we always regret the things we do not do, not the ones we do. Find a part of the job that you like being involved with and keep at it. It would help you get your vibe back. Stay happy always and don’t forget to be honest!

By Azeez Oluwaseun...

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