#solutions for overworked

[efficiencytracker]

Overworked Employees: Are You Working Yourself To Exhaustion?

The office lights buzz, throwing an eerie glow over deserted desks. Your fatigued eyes skim emails for the hundredth time. Your inbox, a bottomless pit of duties, mocks your heroic attempts to chip away at the ever-growing mountain. Is that you?

Burnout, the insidious creep of tiredness, cynicism, and inefficiency, is more than a professional jargon; it is a modern-day disease affecting millions of people across the world. We wear its insignia like a distorted medal, proudly "hustling" till the early hours, spurred by coffee and ambition. However, under the façade of productivity is a hidden cost: a gradual deterioration of our well-being, relationships, and, eventually, our own spark.

Imagine your life energy as a thriving flame. Overwork becomes a persistent wind, fanning the flames till they crackle and splutter, threatening to extinguish completely. This is not a badge of honor; it is a warning notice. Chronic overwork leads to more than just exhaustion and diminished productivity by overworked employees. They permeate all elements of our lives, influencing our physical and mental health, personal relationships, and overall feeling of fulfillment.

We live in a culture that honors the martyr, the person who works long hours and sacrifices personal time for the sake of success. But at what precise cost? Are we pursuing deadlines or dreams? 

Chasing recognition or leading a fulfilled life? We forget that genuine success is measured not in overtime hours or full inboxes, but in the depth of our relationships, the vitality of our well-being, and the delight we find in living a life outside of the cubicle walls.

Workload Distribution: Striking The Right Balance

Effective task allocation is essential for maintaining a good work-life balance. It entails strategically assigning work to team members, ensuring that no one bears an unfair weight. 

A well-distributed task encourages cooperation, reduces burnout, and boosts total team productivity. Companies should prioritize developing transparent mechanisms that enable a fair and equal distribution of duties based on individual talents and capacities.

Solutions For Overworked Employees?

Taking on the problem of overworked personnel demands a varied strategy. First and foremost, open communication in the workplace is critical. Employees should feel free to communicate their concerns about workload without fear of repercussions. 

Employers, in turn, might establish flexible work hours or consider employing more staff to help relieve the workload. Encouraging the use of time-management tools and strategies can also help employees organize and prioritize their duties more successfully.

Furthermore, investing in staff well-being programmes might help prevent burnout. These activities might include wellness classes, mental health assistance, and stress-management services. Companies that prioritize their employees' health and happiness are more likely to experience greater employee satisfaction and retention.

Is Employee Productivity Monitoring A Good Option For Business?

In order to maximize efficiency, several firms use staff monitoring software. This device monitors several elements of an employee's workday, including computer use, internet activity, and time spent on tasks. While it may give insights into workflow efficiency, the issue arises: does the goal justify the means?

Is Employee Monitoring Software Worth It?

Implementing staff monitoring software can be beneficial, but it's important to find a balance between oversight and privacy. On the plus side, such systems may uncover process bottlenecks, track project timetables, and assist manage workloads more effectively. Furthermore, they can give useful information for performance appraisals and strategic decision-making.

However, the possible downsides cannot be overlooked. Excessive surveillance may create a poisonous work atmosphere, destroying trust between employees and managers. Employees, understandably, are concerned about the extent to which their every move is being monitored. To minimize unforeseen outcomes, a reasonable balance must be struck between productivity tracking and individual privacy protection.

Also Watch: Boost Workplace Productivity with Employee Monitoring Software

Final Words!

To summarize, the dilemma of overworked personnel is a widespread problem that requires deliberate solutions. Prioritizing job allocation, encouraging open communication, and adopting well-being programmes are all critical elements towards building a work environment that fosters productivity and employee happiness. While employee monitoring software can provide valuable insights, it should be used with caution to strike a balance between oversight and individual privacy. Remember that the well-being of your employees is both a moral duty and a smart business choice. Businesses that invest in their workers' health and happiness may foster a great, long-term work environment that benefits everyone. It's time to stop the pattern of overworked employees and create a workplace that values collaboration, creativity, and mutual respect.

[bananonbinary]

i feel like it's worth remembering that the most vulnerable people aren't just being "inconvenienced" by strikes. the only reason strikes work is because they grind an industry to a halt, and that genuinely can result in very dangerous situations for some people. the bystanders probably arent a huge issue with like the writers strike, but without say, UPS, a lot of people will not get medicine, food, and other essentials in time. and of course the workers themselves are sacrificing potentially everything to hold the line.

TO BE CLEAR, this is not the fault of the striking workers. the corporations could end this at any moment by choosing to be slightly less evil, and workers should not have to choose between endangering themselves constantly or endangering random strangers sometimes. but i feel like i see a lot of very flippant posts coming from a place of privilege where they're like "lol yeah i would love to be slightly inconvenienced all the time so people can be paid more, dont be a baby" as if strikes are a simple and easy solution, and not something people very bravely do, if not as a last resort, at least after exhausting the less dangerous options. fighting for our rights is not painless.

[muttfangs]

depression isn't beautiful or wistful. I feel like a dead cold fire pit full of ash and charred twigs. this feels inescapable and I wish this wasn't my fucking life

[spicy-lefaiye]

i gotta post more of the porn i write with eden

[arandomocto]

This post brought to you by highway driving in a torrential downpour! :D

It sucked.

[neonstatic]

entered the stage of period that actually makes me want to love and be loved romantically. which. can you not

[werewolfmack]

Flashback to one of my old college friends telling me I have such "humble" work like it's a compliment (she was a superchristian so it makes sense in hindsight). I have a huge ego and extreme pride for every job I've had EXCEPT the tech bro job which was filled with scum humans and existed purely to feed the greed of others. Why is that the only job I've had that's seen as prestigious? Why isn't teaching, elder care, cleaning, cooking, human waste cleanup, landscaping, cashiering, seen as prestigious? It's actually mind boggling to me that people consider so many jobs as "degrading" or "lowly" when these are jobs that hold our society together, and we put jobs that exist for the greed machine on this high pedestal.

When the health food store unionized, something wild happened that I thought was just a goofy one-off, but makes more sense now.

There was a big push to eliminate "degrading jobs" but the strategy was to eliminate the position, then create a new position outside of the bargaining unit to do the work. So like, we wouldn't have dishwashers, but we'd have people who washed dishes that weren't eligible to be in the union.

I was like A) what the actual fuck? Dish washing isn't "degrading", it's fucking vital. B) What the actual fuck? You want to create a union just to exploit different people?

There were enough of us to be like "Absolutely the fuck not," and put a stop to it, but I was absolutely flummoxed that people involved in a union would say that out loud. Working with more leftists now, it makes sense.

[ablackgirlnamedkaren]

You Signed Up for This Job Tho.” – The Disrespect Gotta Stop!

You Signed Up for This Job” – Oh Really? Every CNA has heard it: 💬 “Well, you signed up for this job.”💬 “If you don’t like it, quit.”💬 “It’s just part of being a CNA.” Excuse me??! No, I signed up to help people, NOT to be overworked, ignored, and treated like disposable gloves. We’re out here:✔️ Running up and down hallways all day 🏃🏾‍♀️💨✔️ Lifting residents bigger than us with NO help…

[gabrielbasco]

Out. Burned.

I am burning myself out with all the hats I’m wearing and not getting paid like most would expect for it all. Although, this is an independent studio with no corporate-sized financial backing, there does have to be a boundary. I asked a certain AI engine for help on what I could focus on using data and knowledge that’s already out there. Here’s what it generated: In today’s hustle-obsessed…

[romiiarts]

overworked solution

[emmaspolaroid]

i am so serious when i say drawing Ray dressed like a fucking nerd is an integral part of preserving my mental health this week i quite literally have to do this

[boxofdicks]

the only privilege i ever assume people have inherently is when i talk to other usamerican uni students when i was in undergrad in the states, cause when theyre stressed about assignments im always like why dont you just. take some adderall and pull an all nighter about this. why not just have 4 red bulls and an adderall and some cigarettes and submit the damn assignment. cause are you about to tell me you dont have access to this? seriously? you do. text your freshman year roommate and ask her. just spend your beer money for the week on this. live in the lib for a week. ive had diagnosed and prescribed adhd since i was 11 so i have to take these pills a few times a week to simply do my readings but they are so available to you people. and so i assume everyone has this privilege and if they dont then im like well i simply cannot aid you in your pursuits. not only can i conceive of an academic situation in which red bull and an adderall would not help but i dont know how youve gotten this far without at least the red bull part. i can recommend using the tool mybib for citations. google scholar and jstor and the writing center and emailing your professor asking for an extension bc ive never been turned down for one less than 48 hours. and adderall. when im a professor and i have office hours i will have to remedy this approach.

do you think people rawdog law school? med school? do you think theres a single biology or engineering or mandarin or comp sci or religious studies student who made honors without adderall. one time my buddy in seminary school got his hands on some cocaine and spent 4 days trading futures online before etrade found out he wasnt licensed to do so and he got banned. he made eight thousand dollars off of four hundred. and what did he do next? took a few days off to sleep, then passed his midterms. then he hit a deer with his truck and had to shoot it to put it out of its misery, so he took it to the local farm butcher and got years worth of venison. we make chili out of the sausage he gave my parents to thank us for hosting thanksgiving. the moral of this story? sometimes the grindset can pay off in mysterious ways. the power of stimulants is within you. you have the power to take control of this night and make it an all nighter and succeed. business majors abuse these. they use them without honor. they dont read textbooks or write essays or do math or whatever engineers do. they dont even trade rich peoples portfolios. they may network at best. at best. they party and then preach the grindset and sales. these people have rarely grinded. only when they took econ classes and had to learn stats did they grind. my friends. the grindset is within you. you can make thousands legally but not within the terms of service. you can finish the essay and pass. this isnt about adderall. its about grit. and red bull

[peridot-tears]

Truths that Co-Exist

Barbie (2023) is a giant product placement that profits off nostalgia.

The writing is profound and life-changing and understands why we seek nostalgia in a way most nostalgia-driven entertainment doesn’t.

The film is self-aware about how even now, Barbie dolls set incredibly unrealistic beauty standards. Their “body diversity” does not even scratch the surface of what that phrase really means. I don’t expect this to change.

The film still made a beautiful statement with the scene on the bench about how societal beauty standards are narrow and restrictive! And that beauty comes from experiencing life and the marks it leaves on you!

Its feminist statements are validating. Many of us see our reality onscreen, and the great thing is that it includes how cishet men fall down a pipeline of toxic hypermasculinity. It also shows the solution, and allows men to express themselves despite what society expects them to be.

The film is a capitalist venture.

The cast (aside from the leads) and crew were probably overworked and severely underpaid during filmmaking.

We can still appreciate that something fun was made, and we all made another wonderful memory where we and our loved ones went to the movies color-matching in pink.

We should not feel guilty about seeing ourselves in this film.

Meanwhile, support the WGA and SAG-Aftra strike.

[theleanbean]

If you are wondering why that painting is so wrinkly, this is what is beneath the paint.

Receipts and scrap paper. This is not the first time that I've done this.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ your love is like a drug (but it isn't enough) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. the salesman (+ kang dae-ho) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ being a mere “sugar baby” was never enough to begin with, not when he wanted to possess you entirely┊2.3k words

contains: yandere salesman!! obsessive/possessive behaviors, drugging, kidnapping/abduction, legal age gap (reader is early 20s, salesman is mid 40s), jealousy, mentioned smut, handcuffs (not kinky)

➤ author's note: sorry for the lack of posts!! this isn't very good and is pretty rushed, but it's something, i hope to post more soon!!

the arrangement between the two of you is simple. you needed funds to pay off college tuition, he wanted companionship from a pretty thing like you and was willing to give you anything money could buy for it. there wasn’t much else to it, or so you thought at first.

you were hesitant at first when he came to you with his proposal, as expected. most people only joke about being a sugar baby and never anticipate actually doing it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you were living in a cramped apartment with two roommates, working a job at the local bakery where he met you, and a full-time student trying so hard to get her degree. stressed and overworked seemed too weak to describe your situation, and you needed a reprieve even if the most convenient solution was rather taboo to most people. although, most people wouldn’t turn down a golden opportunity like the one he was offering you. you could have anything your heart desired as long as it had a price tag: jewelry, luxury clothing items, foreign cars, merchandise from your favorite media, and whatever else you could think of. there seemed to be no limits to his wealth, and all you had to do was spend time with him whenever he called for you.

sometimes he would take you on shopping trips to help you navigate the opulent malls and pick out what he thought looked best on you, often talking to the store assistants the entire time to help dress you up. it left you feeling like an antique doll with how they put you in extravagant dresses, treated you delicately like porcelain, and ignored you for the most part as if you didn’t have sentience or an opinion about what you liked. it didn’t really matter if you liked the blue dress more than the red one or if you thought the material was itchy, he was the one paying and you often stayed silent because of that. 

sometimes he would take you out for dinner in fancy restaurants whose names you couldn’t pronounce properly and wine that cost more than what your monthly rent used to. he would frown each time you instinctively pick the cheapest item on the menu, but you never pick the most expensive one out of good conscience, so you settle for somewhere in the middle. occasionally he would run into someone he knew, another bigwig businessman you presume, and while he’s polite, his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and you can tell he’s annoyed that his time with you has been interrupted. you’re not sure why though, you don’t think your company is anything worth noting. 

once he took you on vacation to a tropical foreign country after hearing you complain once about the winters in korea. first-class tickets, of course. no matter how hot it became, you only ever saw him in a suit in tie, never seeming to break a sweat or having a hair out of place. now that you think of it, you’ve ever seen him in formalwear, completely nude, or in a towel after the fact. the air of formality never leaves him, even in your most vulnerable moments together.

truthfully, he’s strange, not just because of his choice of dress. even if he’s older, you’re curious as to why he isn’t married when he’s tall, handsome, rich, and well-educated. you also wonder about his past since he rarely ever talks about himself, much preferring to hear you talk about your day or whatever was weighing on your mind instead. most of all though, you want to know why he chose you of all people when you’re nothing special and think of yourself to be average in all aspects.

oh, and did you mention that you didn’t know his name? you always called him ‘sir,’ asking about it a few times just for him to tell you it wasn’t important, not seeming to mind the nickname. if anything, he seemed to like the reminder of the power he had over you.

still, you didn’t push anything. you didn’t feel like you had a right to when he was basically financing your entire life at the moment. besides, you were just grateful your sugar daddy was a good-looking businessman who didn’t force affection on you when you didn’t want it rather than some slimy old man. there wasn’t much to complain about other than his excessively mysterious nature, so you continued to say nothing and just smiled as you always have.

you were so fucking stupid, not blind to the warning signs but choosing to ignore them. learning the answers to all your questions came at a heavy cost. if only you had known then what his true nature was like, just how twisted his mind and feelings were, you would have run far and never looked back. although, knowing his insanity, he probably would walked through hell to track you down and bring you back to his arms.

it all started to fall apart with a guy you met at a local cafe, running into him when you turned a corner and knocked over the boxes he was carrying. while rushing to help him out, you thought he looked familiar and asked about it, quickly finding out that he was the younger brother of an old coworker whom you were close with. he seemed to brighten up like a lightbulb went off in his head, immediately knowing who you were saying that his sister mentioned you a lot. you were embarrassed yet curious to know what was discussed, which led to a lengthy conversation over coffee and cake once his shift was over that ended with you giving him his number. 

it was history from there. although the two of you were only friends at the current, there was an undeniable undertone of romance behind every word, touch, and interaction. you couldn’t help it, not when he was naturally so sweet, attentive, and most importantly, emotionally available while also treating you like an equal. you know you shouldn’t yearn for that when an imbalance of power was standard for your “unique” relationship with the other older man in your life, but it made you feel so seen and human instead of a little glorified pet. dae-ho may not have much money, but he made you so happy in a way you’ve never felt before. it felt so right to be with him, two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

was it really so bad to “cheat” on your sugar daddy? it’s not like there was a contract involved that was binding you to him, it was only an exchange of your time and affection for his money. there was never a conversation about seeing other people, so as far as you were concerned, there wasn’t any real reason why you couldn’t flirt a little with dae-ho, but you still tried your best to keep him as a little secret and was careful never to bring it up to him. he seemed to be extremely busy with work at the moment anyways, you haven’t been seeing him for days at a time with the only notice from him being a couple million of won each morning for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. you often found yourself calling up your new friend and spending the money with him instead.

it was a simple business relationship with benefits, that’s what you told yourself because that was all it was to you. you didn’t love that man and you didn’t think he loved you, you loved his money and he loved your pretty face.

truthfully, his adoration for you was deeper than skin and ran to the bone, more intense than the burning rays of the sun. 

one second, you were having dinner with him during one of this few free night during this busy time, smiling and chatting about whatever all dolled up in a pretty purple silk dress and amethyst jewelry, the next, you woke up groggy atop a large king-sized bed with a cold metal handcuff wrapped around your wrist fastening you to the post. you blinked a few times slowly, trying to get your vision to focus as you unsuccessfully tried to tug yourself free. the room was unrecognizable to you, but it was clearly that of a home and not a hotel. the curtains were drawn shut and too far away for them to pull them apart, but even if you weren’t bound, you didn’t have it in you to move an inch. it was as if all the energy in you was zapped and replaced with a banging headache. you groaned softly at the dull pain, barely able to hear the door creak open followed by footsteps.

there was no need for an introduction nor a need for you to crane your head in the direction of the sound, you recognized him by his overwhelming presence alone and could read the stupid smirk on his face as if he’d won some sort of game you didn’t even know you were playing to begin with. all of the warning signs were blaring danger in your head, rather than ignoring it like you usually did, this time you were too weak to run away when it mattered most.

“ah, darling, you’re already awake? i thought the drug would have lasted a bit longer, but i can see that you’re resilient, as always. did you really think i wouldn’t notice that there was a new man in your life?”

“what… what the fuck are you talking about…?”

he stood next to you, making you feel so small compared to his towering height like a cornered mouse at the mercy of a cat, “i’m talking about that ex-marine, kang dae-ho.”

“... how did you..?”

“you aren’t very subtle, my dear. again, did you really think i didn’t know about it?” taking a step closer, he sat next to you on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, and gently stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “i must say, i’m rather displeased, but not surprised. that’s what happens when i don’t keep my eye on the prize at all times. thankfully, he won’t be bothering you anymore, i took care of him as i do with everything…”

“w-what… what did you do to him?!” your voice was finally raised above a whisper as you shot up from your spot, only to cringe in pain at the splitting sensation in your mind and lay back down, exhausted at the sudden exertion. 

he pouted at you childishly like he was disappointed you assumed he hurt him, or maybe he was disappointed you only now found the strength to panic when that boy’s safety was being compromised. “i didn’t do anything.” he was acting offended at the accusation like it wasn’t completely warranted after he drugged you and abducted you to god knows where. “i just played ddajki with him— maybe slapped him around a bit— nothing permanent. all that matters is that he’s out of the picture and you’re in my arms again, as it was always meant to be. do you have any idea how hurt i was to see you in the company of that boy? do you really think he could provide for you like i can? honestly, it hurt me so much to see you leaning on him like you’re a couple, especially at that movie theater— are our dates not enough?”

“you crazy ass motherfucker— so you were stalking me this entire time?!” you felt so pitiful and useless, wanting to curl up into a ball and wail about your predicament. he would get a pick out of seeing you suffer, you’re sure, so you tried your best to blink back the tears. “so you’ve been sick in the head this entire time? is that why you’re still single at your age? guess money and a handsome face isn’t enough when you’re a fucking psychopath!”

if it was anyone else on this earth, he would have slapped them so hard their face would swell and they could taste blood in their mouth for the disrespect, but since it was you, he was willing to brush it off as bratty behavior like a baby kitten biting at his fingers. 

“why did it have to be me?” you voice cracked, “you could have anyone you want: models, actresses, daughters of billionaires— why do you want some stupid college student who barely knows what she’s doing with her life?”

he didn’t answer you, choosing to remain silent rather than tell the truth or a lie. there’s nothing to say if he doesn’t even know the answer himself. “just get some rest, my love, i’ll be back with food in an hour.” 

and with that he left, ignoring you trying to kick and scream for your freedom. he didn’t know why he had grown so fond of you where he felt it was necessary to drug and kidnap you, but it would have ended up this way regardless of whether or not he first approached you with his proposition. if he didn’t approach you, he would have been stalking you from the shadows until he couldn’t take it anymore. he was never a patient man, but he was never someone who formed such intense attachments either. 

you were different from anyone he’s ever encountered before, even if neither of you knew the reason why. your company and affection was like a drug that gave him a high he’s never experienced before, like he was struck in the heart with cupid’s arrow and filled with ecstasy with every thought, but it wasn’t enough. it would never be enough with the way things were going, but now that he’s keeping you locked away like a beautiful butterfly in a silver cage for his eyes only, he feels the edge being taken off knowing that you were where you belonged and kang dae-ho was waking up on a mysterious island. love is really something special, isn’t it?

request from anon

sugar baby reader x the salesman but lowkey (or highkey LMAO) YANDERE DARK pretty pleaaasee 

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Y'all might have done a similar HC before, but may I request a HC where Azul, Floyd, Leona, Vil, and Rook catch the MC overworking themselves unhealthily late at night trying to find a way back home? To the point where the MC is exhausted with a nosebleed. I feel like there isn't enough angst about the MC being far from home with dwindling hope on getting back.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul understood the unbearable need to work yourself to the bone, but he was also aware of burning out, and without a slew of contracts to have others at your whim, you were just performing a thankless job at this point. He supposed he could find a way to do a series of exchanges that could have him helping you (with less effort on your part) while simultaneously helping him, the only issue being how he can convince you to ask for his help first.

Floyd Leech:

Floyd doesn’t get why you want to go home so bad, or why you’re so determined to do it. It can’t be fun to do all this research day and night, to get no sleep at all along with no results. He worked best as a momentary distraction, dragging you away from your research, showing you the more fun (chaotic) sides of this world, and giving you a much needed break. He could admit he did understand the tiniest bit about why you'd want to go home, but until a solution was found, why not enjoy your time with him?

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona had tried not to get involved, hoping for the situation to solve itself, yet he knew he should’ve known better. He didn't hesitate with calling you a fool, a stupid herbivore, for overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion. Did you not want to make it back home? You’d kill yourself at this rate, if you kept up this pace, and while Leona’s words were harsh they weren’t untrue. If you looked bad enough that even he had to comment on it, you knew you should take a step back to recover.

Rook Hunt:

Rook admires the passion, able to feel your heartache from the way you push beyond your own limits in your desperation to get home, however there must be an established rest point. Even if it meant picking up some slack and investigating himself, Rook implored you to rest, to give that beautiful brain of yours a break, to stop the bags under your eyes from growing. He’s concerned about your overall well-being and, since it’s impossible to hide anything from a hunters sharp eyes, you know its better to listen than even attempt to lie.

Vil Schoenheit:

You’re in for a world of hurt with Vil. Not only pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion but you’re ruining your skin by staying up so late, sapping your energy level during daylight hours, probably dehydrated—There’s a list that Vil is more than happy to deliver until it gets through your head. Going home starts with caring for yourself first, and Vil tells you that you must put yourself first before your home world or else you’ll never live long enough to find your way back.