It’s not really the task that bothers me so much. This is really a matter of pride! After 10 years of hard work and 2 promotions I am still given a task of moving paper around with my hands. The return of this task will always remind me that I am not getting ahead, I am still treading water. My mind begins to wander. At the completion of this task I will always find myself in my lowest state of depression. After having spent 4 hours repeating the same series of short adjustments and movements at my desk my body aches. 4 hours of alpha sorting, pairing pages, stapling and I am dizzy. My hands covered in tiny paper cuts and jagged cuticles. 4 hours later and now I can’t stop questioning every single decisions that led me to take this job!
Could I really stay here?
Could I ever be content with moving paper around with my hands?
These thoughts only send me further into my downward spiral of self-pity.