“Anyone ever warn you that if you have a good work ethic and you do really good at your job, that you not only get to do your job you get to do everybody else’s.” – @beyondassisting
Those words landed like a mirror, reflecting a truth I’ve lived but struggled to articulate.
My work ethic has always been my pride and my problem.
I’m the one who stays late, takes on extra tasks, and ensures everything is perfect. But perfection has a cost – and lately, I’m realising that cost might be too high.
I find myself in a paradox of my own making. I give 110% and then wonder why I’m treated as if 110% is now the baseline, not the exception.
My dedication has become an unspoken expectation, not a choice to be appreciated.
The workplace has learned to rely on my over-performance but not to value me proportionally.
I’m overworked, underpaid, and somehow simultaneously the architect and the victim of this dynamic.
This isn’t about blame. It’s about recognition. Recognition that my worth isn’t measured by how much I can handle, but by the quality of my contribution and my own well-being.
I’m still learning where the boundary lies. And that’s okay.
