I give sincere thanks for my job because it pays most of my bills. However, I cannot deny that the thought of going back to work tomorrow, the first time since 30 June, fills me with dread. Having Sunday afternoon blues is nothing new for me. I haven’t felt true joy in going to work since my early days in the Department of Economics at the UWI in the mid-1990s. I can remember being in class circa 1996 and bragging about the privilege of working at UWI. I felt sorry for persons who did not enjoy their jobs as much as I did. It was a piece of condescension at which I can only cast wry smiles today, and it is an ironic thing, considering where I work now. Given my previously perpetual flow-like state and my dissatisfaction with my personal levels of both constant anger and relatively low productivity, it is a dynamic that I have striven to understand to the point that this forms the focus of my dissertation.
I believe that if we understand “Sunday afternoon blues” then we can begin to understand the malaise that afflicts the seemingly busy Jamaican workforce. For, don’t get me wrong, we, many of us, still work hard every day, but I doubt that we work as efficiently as we might. I don’t think that we have produced the innovation of which we are capable. I don’t think that our organisations are particularly happy. Without happy workers how can we expect to be productive? How can we mine the implicit and introjected motivation that we each need in order to do our part to rehabilitate our economy?
So, it seems to me that tackling the root causes of the Sunday afternoon blues of people like me will make Jamaica organisations HIP (happy, innovative and productive). My view is that until more of us can afford to have vocations rather than jobs that pay most of our bills, and vacations (I am a “holiday” person myself, but I couldn’t resist) rather than roasts then we will NOT get the results that we crave.
Wow! Would you believe that Wikipedia has an entry on this? They call it Sunday Night Blues… So it is NOT a figment of my imagination! Sunday Afternoon Blues really should be a matter of concern for the average Jamaican manager.