And why you might want to reconsider your current work situation. It took me a while to come to the decision and I consulted a lot of different media along the way. Here are some of the most convincing arguments I found that helped me make the decision.
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The subtitle to Station Eleven is: “Survival is insufficient” by Emily St. John Mandel
Atmosphere in workplace is crucial, this is described as the milieu. Good leadership is attuned to vitality of a true ethos and helping to establish it. Leadership has vision and imagination, above all the way people are met and engaged with.
My Notes:
people as imaginative participating individuals
the way you address someone and engage with them is a determinant of what comes through them
“imagination is the great friend of possibility”
John O'Donohue - The Inner Landscape of Beauty | The On Being Project
"The years to come-this is a promise-
Will grant you ample time
To try the difficult steps in the empire of thought
Where you seek for the shining proofs you think you must have.
But nothing you ever understand will be sweeter, or more binding,
Than this deepest affinity between your eyes and the world."
"And people make you nervous
You'd think the world is ending
And everybody's features have somehow started blending
And everything is plastic
And everyone's sarcastic
And all your food is frozen
It needs to be defrosted."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCOY8GEwous
"Clearly, I was not a match for the role but still I clung to the tenets of perfectionism. Who was I if I was not exceptional? If I was not overachieving? If I was not liked? If people knew just how unhappy I was?
The higher-ups were all older and made more money than me so they must have known what was right. I, on the other hand, was an inexperienced girl (with a lot of thoughts and a lot of feelings) who thrived on validation. They seemed fine. I was the one who was struggling so obviously I needed to change.
So I tried. And I gave and I gave. And I emptied the cup recklessly and without discretion. I was so accommodating to clients who were, in no uncertain terms, abusive.
Little by little, I iced up. I checked out. Returning home from work at 8 PM I felt like a shell of a woman."
— from Death of a Sales Girl by Claire Simonis