I spent 9 years of my life with a suitcase packed ready to leave in a moments notice. I wore a chain on my side so whenever I was needed, I could be reached. I would work 20 to 40 hours at a time. I would spend hours, 300 feet in the air working without even a potty break. I traveled up and down the east coast working in everything from Naval shipyards, oil refineries, chemical plants, to power plants. It would not be uncommon to work 14 hours without a meal. Some days I would spend days with little to no sleep. I never felt that I had a life. It seemed I was always waiting for the next assignment. The job jeopardized my health, relationships, friends, and family. I could never go to weddings or parties, because I had to work. I missed two funerals of good friends I had that died. I missed concerts and my high school reunion. I hated that job.
I now have a job in a plant that allows me to refuse any and all overtime without any repurcussion. I don't have to work holidays or give up vacation time, if I don't want to. I love this job. My health has improved and I am not longer depressed like I used to.
Looking back on the prior job, I had a blast. I was able to walk inside of Naval ships, I learned about how a refinery refines oil into different fuels and oils. I know how paper is made. Complete from the chipping of the wood to the finished product. I was able to walk the US Naval Academy and even got to see the crypt of John Paul Jones. I was able to spend 4 days in Portland, ME because the drydock broke down while getting paid 8 hrs a day stand-by time for it to get repaired. I know how chlorine is made and what Titanium Dioxide is. I have spend many hours in a steel mill watching steel being made. I have seen race car tires being checked before the tires are shipped to the next NASCAR race. I know how those tires are assembled and cured. I have seen things many people will never see.
The company sent me as far away as Mannheim, Germany. They even paid for trips to see the Oktoberfest in Munich, the Frankfurt Auto Show, and 2 trips to visit my grandmother in northern Germany.
Looking back, the job wasn't that bad. It helped me develop into the person I am today.
Sometimes, it is best to step back and look at what your job is doing for you. Remember the good times you had. Reflect back on them. Forget about the bad stuff that gets you down. Life is too short to worry about those things.
If you can't remember the last time you had fun at work, then it is time to move on. Just make sure of one thing, it is foreward. Never jump out of the pot into a frying pan. Always make sure you look before you leap. You might find yourself wishing you were back in the old place.
As for the job I spent 9 years with, I would only go back if I had no other choice. I owe that to my family. If the job doesn't pay the bills, there is no need to even go there.
Tom