get happy or die tryin'
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title: "Choose Happiness"
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- opinion
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- personal
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I remember the first time that I experienced "burn out", the manifestation of
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not physical but mental exhaustion that is often alluded to but often not
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described in the tech industry. I had completed my first semester as a Computer
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Engineering student at Texas A&M and was an absolute wreck. It after dinner on
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a Friday, I had picked up some McDonald's, Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese,
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not because I liked it necessarily but because my friend Bill had told me it
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was the cheapest and most calorie dense thing on the menu. He was a junior and
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wore a calculator watch for purely practical reasons, so I trusted him on these
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sorts of matters. I finished my abomination of a meal and decided "*if I
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don't get the fuck out of this town, I'm not going come back next semester.*"
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It was probably 9pm and I threw some junk in the back of my parents' suburban
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and started driving.
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"**Fuck this place**"
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In my first semester, I had an ambitious 18 or so hours. The engineering
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program being predictably rigorous and intense. I chose two Computer Science
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courses for my first semester. Both of which concluded with a sizable group
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project, for a sizable portion of our grade and, unbeknowst to me at the
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beginning of the semester, would command a sizable amount of my time and
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effort.
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An excitable, passionate freshman, I ended up being grouped with a few
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sophomores in each class who couldn't construct a Java class to save their
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lives, let alone make a simple physics engine to bounce a ball from left to
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right on the screen. I being too young and too stupid to know any better,
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accepted the programming part of the project.
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I ended up doing the majority of the work in between my normal class and finals
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work load. Not a particularly adept programmer at this point, all of my
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evenings were consumed with two discrete projects, each meant for a group of
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four students, both being brought to completion by one frustrated, caffeine and
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nicotine fueled freshman.
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By the end of the week I had submitted both passably functional programs with
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source code, and went to pick up something to eat; the sheer amount oc
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Coca-Cola I had drank had left its usual acidic emptiness in my stomach.
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Rocketing down the Texas highway to my parents' house, a boring straight-line
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with nothing remarkable to look at. I set the cruise control at 72, the fastest
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I felt sheriffs and state troopers would let me get away with, and settled in.
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I was still pissed off, at my group mates, at myself, at the school, at
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everything.
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"**Fuck that place**"
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I started to get tired, being physically and mentally exhausted from the week,
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I cranked the radio. I lit a cigarette and cracked the window. The brisk
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December air opened my eyes a bit more and the cigarette gave me something to
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think about other than how much I hate everything; a generous amount of "fuck
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everything" swished around between the ears.
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Cigarette's done. My throat hurts, I'll leave the window cracked though, this
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will help keep me awake.
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I woke up a split second before my parents' old suburban plowed, at 72 miles
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per hour, through a 60mph speed limit sign on the right shoulder. The suburban
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exited the road at a slight angle so the speed limit sign sliced from right to
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left and took the driver's side mirror with it. Before I could react the
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suburban hit a little bluff and felt like it went airborn for a split second.
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The wheels returning to the grass, I immediately applied the brakes and slowed
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to a crawl.
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I returned to the shoulder and stopped. My heart racing, I don't
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think I got out of the car to inspect the damage and continued the remaining
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hour back to my parents' house. My heart racing, scared to touch cruise control
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again. I slowly pulled into the driveway, went inside to take a piss and called
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my step-dad.
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Terrified, upset and feeling lucky to be alive I dialed the phone.
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Choking back the tears, I explained what happened.
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I didn't really explain why it happened.
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----
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The second time I experienced burnout, it happened slower, over the course of
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almost a year. I likely would have recognized it sooner in the form of a large
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SUV departing the highway at near-terminal-velocity, but this time it snuck up
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on me.
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In 2013 the team I led executed a herculean effort and shipped a brand new
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product on brand new infrastructure. Truly a testament to the talent of
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everybody involved. We returned from Christmas break in early 2014 and were
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asked to "do it again" and ship another, even more massive, brand new product.
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Having helped build and delivery multiple products in my career, I took a deep
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breath, rolled up my sleeves and got started. Many of my coworkers did the
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same.
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Among my many flaws, is the amount at which I throw myself into my work. I
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enjoy building things, I like to ship things, I enjoy it to the point of my own
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detriment. I threw myself into this project, like so many before at this
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company. Not to say I was neglecting my marriage or my personal life but I
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simply did not stop thinking about the project that we were tasked with.
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"This is the most important initiative at the company right now" was said in
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various forms throughout the project lifecycle.
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I was commanded to build an ark, so we set out to build an ark.
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Burnout first started to show its face in interpersonal relations. I could
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continue to work, but fuck-all if I'm going to work with *that person* any
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more. Regardless of whether *that person* was the source of all my frustration,
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I mentally declared *that person* as persona non-grata and changed roles within
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the company.
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I have always had a, let's call it, pessimistic and self-deprecating sense of
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humor. Where I might point out how broken something is and say "it's funny how
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much this thing fucking sucks." Ha ha.
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As my burnout grew, the humor receeded and I ended up feeling like things
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fucking sucked **all around me**. I couldn't turn my head without noticing
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something that, whether it involved me or not, was just *wrong*. I could rattle
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off how much was broken, how badly it was broken and what a big fucking problem
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this was. Plenty of things were broken, and probably still are, but there's
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nothing constructive about such toxic negativity.
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For a variety of reasons, my new team failed. Our work had largely failed; I
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had failed. For the first time in my career I *loathed* waking up in the
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morning and coming into the office. I did not want to be there; I even took a
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day off for no other reason than to not-be-working-there and sat at home
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avoiding the inevitable.
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I went into a tail-spin. I was angry at everything, I felt like not
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only my work was being attacked but that *I* was being attacked. Don't you
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people know how important I am to this company? All the things that I've built?
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Fuck, I've interviewed most of you!
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"**Fuck this place**"
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I decided to leave the company, after consulting with a few people who I
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respect, and ultimately decided that I simply could not be **happy** while
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working there. Forget changing positions or moving once again within the
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company, I had so much resentment and frustration I couldn't even conceive of
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any position, even one tailor made, where I would be happy.
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This is when I finally recognized that I had burnt out and, despite my
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investment and belief in the company's goals, left.
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A couple weeks later I found myself walking through San Francisco and I
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couldn't avoid a hoard of tourists walking towards Union Square,
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smiling and laughing, looking just pleased-as-punch to be there. I found myself
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vicariously happy with them. "Isn't this great!?" I wished I could have asked,
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about nothing in particular.
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For the first time in over a year, I wasn't angry.
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