Is your job healthy?

If I was in your position I’ll resign for temporary and take some vacation,then back to my old job.

no intrinsically I don’t think it is…...I’m a mum…I could (and have done) sit on my arse all day if I wanted to…I have to motivate myself and not blame my ‘job’.

No,I work with some glaze materials that can cause big problems if one is not careful.

I manufacture epoxy and work with chemicals. I take precautions. I work very hard and goof off like a mad man to compensate for the corporate shuffle I do.

No. Long hours, stressfull enviroment, exposed to all sorts of bio hazzards – the dangers of working in health care.

Except for the fact I’m around sick people all the time, yes.

I run a broadcast facility for christian television.
The environment is VERY healthy, as I make it so. A great place to work.

The people I work for cause me to dance and patronize around “supernatural” guidance.
Making for sometimes a stressful and “underhanded” way of doing things in order to get things done. So I can get things done for the right reasons. Not just the righteous reasons.

I can only change what I have control over. Running my station not in the usual fashion.
It is not my business to change anything. To change anything globally would be to eliminate the jobs of others and possibly my own.
I work very hard to keep others employed, especially when work does not come easy.

I love my job. I just wish it made more sense. So sometimes it does drive me crazy.

Until recently, I was in a very hazardous occupation (soldier). Now, as long as I don’t flip over a tractor, have a tree land on me or make a stupid mistake with machinery, I’m in a very healthy occupation (farmer).

No. I am unemployed. It ruins my general outlook, energy levels, income and washes away optimism. I get very depressed, can’t find the drive to do anything except check the wanted ads. Then the rejection of job applications and interview results make it 10 times worse. I haven’t enough money to do anything that might involve me enough to overcome the grayness. I NEED to work. It is where I find my sense of value. It used to be my kids. But they are grown and gone.
Almost any job would be happier and healthier than no job.

There was a question here a few days ago [paraphrased] How do you make yourself WANT to excercise?

How noble.

I didn’t answer it.

I can’t possibly work on all my shit at once, so I pick something! I could stress myself out over all the things I have left that suck about me that could use improvement, or I could rejoice that I made it this far without a prison record. Personally, I like my free time, so I opted for pacing myself. At this rate, I figure I will be done working on myself by the time I hit 85. By then, this problem will no longer matter.

If you can’t understand why I am laughing my ass off right now, then I suggest you take in several stand-up comic shows until your feelings pass :)

I sit around the office all day. It’s sucks in terms of health. But I ride my bike to work—12 miles round trip. That makes me feel better. But it’s not really enough.

Two years ago, I worked at a corporation, doing things I’m good at, and making $15 an hour. I hated it so much. The heartlessness of corporations is so palpable to anyone who observes them, from within, or from without. My boss’s boss Suzie can go screw herself

Now I earn $10 an hour doing what I’ve always wanted to do… and its a lot harder, and way more tiring, and yet I’m way happier than ever.

I manage a coffeehouse/ gourmet market, so I spend most of my time working in the front of the store. It doesn’t seem like it, but we get really busy and I spend all day running around (and I work 50 hours a week). It’s probably bad for my health because I’ve started drinking two or three espressos a day to get through it and there’s all this tempting food around. But I’ve had to start eating healthier- more lean protein, fruits and veggies- because my normal starchy and sugary diet made me too tired. I feel like a little old lady at the end of most days, so probably not too good.

I work at a non-profit and sit in front of my computer literally all day. I have started walking whenever I decide to go to “lunch” (we don’t have designated lunch times). If I can’t walk during work, I try to get at least 30 minutes in a few times during the week after dinner and on weekends. I work with excellent people and we can laugh very easily over the smallest things. I truly believe that laughing helps keep people healthy. I love fresh fruits and try to buy a lot of them at our local membership club. They stock really fresh excellent fruit. I’ve always liked vegetables, and I try to cook with a lot of fresh veggies and stay away from the boxed kind of stuff.

@Kraigmo, good for you in choosing what you want to do and being happier for it. More money does not always = more happiness.

That depends.

Until last week, I was unemployed and that wasn’t healthy at all. Depression, eating badly or not at all. The desire to drink myself into a coma. Not wanting to even move most of the time. Bad all around.

My new job has done wonders for my mood and keeps me active. I am now doing sandblasting at a casting foundry. There is a bit of heavy lifting involved so I get a workout. The job is such that I actually feel like I am doing something and the people are great, so my mental health is notably better than it was.
However, it is in a hot, dusty, noisy place. I blow my nose and it comes out black despite dust masks. I have to wear ear plugs but my head still rings for a while after work. And it sure as hell isn’t a safe job. I mean, it’s perfectly safe as long as you are careful but the possibility of lifting something wrong, slamming your hand in something, or getting splashed with molten steel are enough to make one a little paranoid if they plan to live long and injury-free.

No job is ever healthy but some are less healthy than others. In the Navy, I was exposed to lead dust, asbestos, many forms of carcinogens, damn near every chemical in the stock system, loud noise, high heat, and Navy chow, and the mental hazards were even worse. I spent most of my time living off of fast food, Ramen, beer, and Camel Wides. How healthy is that?

I have an office job so I thought it was fairly sedentary, until I wore a pedometer to work, and calculated that I walked a mile and a half just going backwards and forwards between my desk and the printer sixty times a day… I also commute by a combination of walking and public transport, and I average about four miles walking a day altogether. So, it’s pretty good.