Convoluted

Hating My Job

My job pays the bills. My job gives me spending money. My job lends me a company car and laptop. My job gives me free internet access.

Those are the only good things about my job.

But I hate the heavy workload, the stress, the mindless pressure from my clueless superiors, the backbiting from my scheming officemates, the sloth and gross ignorance of my subordinates, the arrogance of my customers, the crabbiness of my peers. And the list goes on and on.

Why do I persist? Perhaps because know it's hard to find a good job out there, let alone the "dream job" where you're supposed to like what you're doing so much that you're overjoyed that they're paying you to do it. Perhaps because the uncertainty of finding another job forces me to suffer the certainty of this detestable excuse for work.

BTW, job coaches will always say, "Think about what you want to do, then find a job that's related to that interest." Unfortunately, what my foremost interest is, right now, is to STOP working and to loaf to my heart's content!

I often wonder, assuming I do get another job, how the heck do I know I wouldn't find myself in a worse situation? When companies hire, the selling goes both ways -- I try to dazzle them with my brilliance while they try to seduce me with their perks and work environment. So maybe the disappointment goes both ways as well?

Anybody out there with a job offer?

posted by Unknown @ 10:35 AM