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Married to the Job

Married to the Job

Why We Live to Work and What We Can Do About It

Do you take your work home with you?

Do you check your work e-mail and voice mail when you're not on the job?

Are your closest friends at the office?

Do you feel guilty when you're sick and can't go to work?

Does time stand still during nonbusiness hours?

If you answered "yes" to any or all of these questions then you -- like millions of other twenty-first-century Americans -- may be too emotionally invested in your job.
In Married to the Job, clinical psychologist Ilene Philipson explores the idea of the overworked American from a startlingly new perspective. Rejecting the common view that people work solely to keep up with the Joneses and amass material goods, Philipson argues that the modern workplace has become our only outlet for generating feelings of self-worth. Without the praise, the paycheck, and the bonus, life outside the office can often seem flat, unrewarding, and thankless. With this groundbreaking book, Philipson offers brilliant strategies to help ward off the perils of workaholism. By providing keen insight into the ways we seek emotional fulfillment through our jobs, she shows us how we can earn back our lives.
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  • Atria Books | 
  • 272 pages | 
  • ISBN 9780743215794 | 
  • September 2003
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Married to the Job

"I can't believe they don't care!" This was Brenda's third session with me, and the same plaintive cry had echoed through my office in our two prior meetings. "I can't believe they'd do this. I feel like there's nothing to live for."

Thirty-five-year-old Brenda sat hunched over in the chair opposite mine. Tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red, swollen; her long blond hair appeared matted in places. She stared out, looking somewhere above my right shoulder. It seemed my function was to bear witness to the tragedy that had unexpectedly seized her and transformed her life into a barren, thinglike... see more

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