Historically, striving to take on additional responsibilities was seen as a way for ambitious employees to demonstrate their fitness for promotion.
But in the past several months, "quiet quitting" has risen to prominence. The term describes the increasing trend of younger professional workers choosing not to exert themselves beyond their formal responsibilities and hours of work.
For one, not everyone is a workaholic striver, and over the past two decades more workers have not seen the connection between their own rewards and giving 70-hour weeks for their employers to meet their goals.
How bad is your job? Regardless of your answer, the question is a modern one. Only in contemporary affluent societies do individuals have "careers" and the luxury to seriously object to a monotonous or overwhelming job. Until less than 100 years ago, most people struggled to adequately feed and clothe their families.
Nothing captures the existential angst that accompanies unfulfilling work as well as "Bartleby, the Scrivener," a short story written by Herman Melville in 1853, 150 years before the internet economy. Melville, of course, is most famous as the author of "Moby Dick," a tale of a sea captain's deeply codependent relationship with a troubled white whale.
The story is told from the perspective of a New York attorney in the pre–Civil War era, as the Industrial Revolution is starting to boom. From our 21st century perspective, the attorney serves as a primitive "business process outsourcer" for clients' financial and legal back-office duties.
The attorney employs several scriveners (copy clerks), who spend their days monotonously checking the accuracy of complex legal contracts. The contracts are handwritten; it is still several decades before the invention of the typewriter, and a century before the copying machine.
Though the attorney goes out of his way to avoid tension, he has managed to create a working environment in his law office that is profoundly stressful, albeit in a low-key fashion. Melville gleefully describes how the oppressive office space felt like it sat at the bottom of a dark well — a "cubicle farm" before its time.