In my 20s, I worked a lot more hours. It was physically, mentally, and even socially taxing — whether racing through mad timelines for events or whatever came in between those gigs. And yet, somehow, I seemed less exhausted. Maybe my memory is coloured by nostalgia, but the burnout I feel since joining consulting is constant — overwhelmingly numbing, paralyzingly draining, leaving me an anxious wreck. I think I used to be someone who was nonchalant about many things. Lately, life seems determined to teach me to worry about every possible and impossible outcome — and still be caught off guard. After over 2.5 years back in India, having joined Big 4 consulting, I am still aghast at the backstabbing, calculative, “this is normal in corporate” BS around me. I learned long ago that I can be naive, believing in the goodness of people — that I prefer to start from trust until someone proves me wrong, rather than the other way around. But consulting is a whole different ballgame. Wha...
"A dawn to end all nights, that's all we hoped it was"