While I am at it. Let's talk about work. Again. My favorite bitch topic.
Let me put it all on the table. I hate my job. I almost hate my career, but then I do the stuff on my own and I actually like it.
What exactly about my job do I hate?
The people and their negative attitudes. They bring me down even when they aren't talking to or about me.
The Macro-management of my boss. Why work when you have nothing to do, your boss knows it (because you have told him) but is too busy to give you any work? It's not that there is not enough work to go around there is more than plenty.
No perks. In my last job we went to the amusement park. Sometimes we all got sent home early. We did things on Halloween. In this job we do nothing ever. It's a lifeless environment. I don't feel rewarded or like we get breaks. It's just kinda pointless.
Unorganized "stuff." It's a lot like choas and it is annoying. You will always have this but it can be done so much better.
Sudden changes that need to be made the day-of rather than earlier in the week when you were sitting on your ass needing something to do.
So why did I mention bipolar?
These are the things that get me depressed.
Gotta go.
2 comments:
I've heard it said by people that if we were supposed to like it, they wouldn't call it work. I wish I could embrace that point of view, it might allow me to do a job, forget it, and go home at the same time every evening. But work is more than a job, it's a large part of how we define ourselves, be it right or wrong. I couldn't last long in an environment I didn't like.
I took a chance. I told the owner of the company that I didn't like my job and asked if I could do something different in the company.
He told me to go home, take the weekend to think about what I wanted to do.
I now have a job I love, that's not work, and one less thing to trigger bip.
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