Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I want out

I've said it before. I hate my job.

I hate paperwork. I hate the way people talk down to me. I hate making small talk. I hate that the jokes are always the same and never funny. I hate when people tell me how to do my job, even when they have no idea. I hate when people point out the obvious or the automatic. I hate that I have to pick up the slack for the people reading magazines and I don't get any reward. I hate that when I don't pick up other people's slack I am the one that gets a talking to. I hate that I still have nothing to do. I hate that if I wear something besides tennis shoes everyone thinks I'm partying after work and won't let it die. I hate that if I do wear tennis shoes they ask why I'm not partying. I hate that common sense is nonexistent in the workplace. I hate that I'm not living up to my potential.

I hate doing the same thing every day. I hate that everything is the same. I hate that it will always be the same.

I hate that I have to be here for more than another year. I hate that I have no choice. I hate that I have no way out.





Bit of a rant. Sorry.

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super des said...

the job isn't actually stressful. It's just really boring.And it's actually a lot better than it could be. I'm just not cut out for office work - not in my personality type. However, I need the money in order to live.

I was thinking about writing a blog about the good points of my job. maybe I will someday.

Suzanne said...

Fuck, I feel for you and I feel your pain. I even quit my fucking job and yet am still working there and worse, going to California for 2 days when I need to be somewhere else the next day and it requires a red eye flight so that I can make it. Yes, I want to have a drink with you at Druid's!

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There is Always a way out.

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