by Ricky McRoskey I’m not proud of it, but about halfway through a torturous four-month job search, I fired a saint. That’s right—I canned him. Gave him the pink slip. Told St. Cajetan (Caj-uh-tan)—the 16th-century patron of the jobless, the selfless Italian priest who once founded a bank that lent to the poor to shield…
March 24, 2008
A few years back, I was meeting with my Spiritual Director regarding work. As we were praying, with a hint of uncertainty as to why he was asking me, he asked, “When people say to you ‘Who do you work for?’ how do you respond?” Having proudly extricated myself from the grind of a corporate environment and into entrepreneurial status, I said, “I tell them I work for myself.” My Spiritual Director looked at me, chuckled knowingly and said, “Oh, Okay.
September 16, 2007
Dear Dick: I hear an awful lot about burnout these days. I’m tired a lot and have lost a lot of the enthusiasm I once had for my job. Does this mean I’m burned out? If so, what should I do about it? —Tired on the Job Dear Tired: If you dread the thought…