Several of my friends have the same job as me. One of them is seemingly mystified as to why I quit – he likes what we do.
The truth is, I don’t mind it. My next job, I probably won’t like as well. But it has so many frustrating elements.
For example, my job isn’t important enough for me to be given working equipment. My job isn’t important enough for everyone doing it to even be completely trained. My job isn’t important enough for me to be supervised well.
My job IS imporatant enough for me to have a guy climb up my ass and set up camp over small mistakes. My job IS important enough for random things that go wrong when I’m not at work to get traced back to me, and for my boss too, with ONE FUCKING DAY of work left, leave me little smart-ass comments. How is my job not important enough for me to be properly empowered to do it, but important enough for me to get my ass chewed for not doing it? That doesn’t make sense. The other thing that goes on in this workplace is there’s a scapegoat effect – everyone blames shit, all the time, on the people that aren’t there. I’m talking all through the building, no one ever steps up. That’s why I’m pretty glad I’ve had friends that predate my job here as co-workers. That means even when I’m actually fucking up and eating shit at work (which isn’t unheard of) I know I’m not getting shit-talked behind my back, much less when I’m not actually doing anything wrong.
I’m bored of my fucking job. I’m resolved to avoid the situation of working 8 to pay for 16 every day, from now on. I’m resolved to be in charge of pinheads, instead of pinheads being in charge of me.
I’m so burnt out on this shit I do every day. Completely. My job is light office and computer work. It’s easy. Real easy. A fucking-chimp-could-do-it easy. But I’m just so sick of it that it makes me want to fucking vomit. I mean, it’ll be time to do some little, meaningless thing that will take ten fucking seconds, and I just don’t want to fucking do it, and every single task I do, I resonate with something screaming in my head that says “Don’t do this shit anymorethisisbullshityoushouldbedoingsomethingelse”
Now the fuckits are pretty contagious, and we’re a fuckit prone crew, and all of us are going through a bunch of shit in our personal lives right now, so why the fuck not just do some other fucking thing?
Amen.
Good luck movin’ on.
ah, I couldn’t agree more. Are you sure you’re not in the next cubicle?
you just totally described bill’s job at comcast (only add crawling through filthy attics, being harrassed by dogs, and being yelled at by customers.) it’s gotten to the point where it drives me crazy when he goes to work, so i can’t figure how he’s still doing it and not killing anyone. we’ve officially moved into the Pursuing Other Options phase of his job, and thank god. i hope yours works out.
Really? I was under the impression that the Minister of Justice was not allowed to intervene in the way the law is carried out. Well, no matter, they screwed it all up anyways.
Oh, and do I know you from somewhere? Or did you just stumble upon my Xanga randomly? (not that I mind)
allo random person nice too meet you
~pammie
Finally, someone who saw that job the same way I did. More so why leaving it was a good thing.
Good to have you on the other side.
What’re you taking in school?
Amen, Brother. Fuck the Man!
Who needs a job, anyway? That’s just The Man’s brainwashing at work. Despite popular opinion, you don’t actually need money, shelter, or food to live.
P.S. The song is This Lamb Sells Condos by Final Fantasy (which, as a side note, is not associated in any way with the videogame.)
I hear ya. I got a promotion, but a promotion that didn’t include a raise (what the fuck??). I am currently looking for something in my field. And by in my field I mean something that is art related, or not. It doesn’t matter right now as long as it’s not where I am now.
I am proud of you for quitting and I wish you the best. You have been talking about quitting for a while now. I hope you find something that makes you happy and that challenges you.
I wish I had the balls to do it.
I said balls.
Yes I did.
I have boobs though…maybe they should have bigger egos.
Maybe they should…are they proud winners of many beads?
I think beads would get lost in my cleavage.
You post pics of the boobs, I’ll post pics of beads, and we’ll let the readers vote.
that could be arranged
Oh, lets arrange it then.
you’re becoming a bad influence on me, Mr.
The free time but no cash isn’t as bad as you think.
I too join the ranks of the jobless. ….notice the last 5 letters…?
It’s fucking 3 am. I don’t have to work tomorrow, and its Wednesday. Thats right. All this can be yours.
Anyway a break is nice. Cheers.
Read the second post on my Xanga.