I've found a rhythm on the floor now, the picking and the scanning and the stacking all flowing together. But holding onto the sense that this matters, that I matter doing it, is something I have to fight for every single shift. The rhythm comes easy; the meaning takes work.
More people experience this than they realize.
Finding your rhythm in repetitive work, but fighting daily to keep it feeling worthwhile.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.