Interesting rundown of how the pandemic unmoored many of us. By reducing our contact with work and other social constructs, it dislocated us from parts of our identity. I wonder if that fed into the subsequent "quite quitting" phenomenon. You had constructed an identity around your work, your work went away, and when you came back, you realized your identity had been ruptured somehow.
That's not quite how I feel, but there's clearly a disconnect between my previous and current feelings about being a teacher. "Your job doesn't love you back" is perhaps too pithy, but it seems like a lot of people have discovered that they aren't happy being treated like a cog in a machine when they were exposed to a yawning spiritual void in the midst of the pandemic.
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