I wrote a little poem, and I have a feeling you might relate. It goes like this:
Roses are red, Coors mountains are blue,
I’m burnt out as f*ck, how ‘bout you?
Sometimes I feel underappreciated,
Sometimes I feel sick,
I’m no longer happy working,
And cold calls give me that unavoidable ick.
My friends say I need a therapist,
My mom says I need a good cry,
But mostly I just wanna know,
Why, why, why?
Think I’ll get a Pulitzer for it?
In all seriousness, burnout is something we’ve all gotten a glimpse of, especially since working from home. We’re nearing EOY, your manager is probably up your ass about closing that monster of a deal, and all you can think about is that 1.5 weeks of Slack-ping-free heaven.
Need some help surviving and thriving?