Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Job DIS-Satisfaction

Ok, I'm tired of pretending that I love my job. While it's not the hardest or most challenging in the world, leaving plently of slack/surf time - I just can't take it any more. Officially, I'm supposed to be doing accounts receivable. But I'm not cut out for it. I don't have the killer instinct to say to someone "I don't care if your wife is in the hospital and she's the one that takes care of the accounts, we need to be paid or you're account will be sent to collections." (I actually had an account like that but I never said that).

This isn't what I wanted to do with my life. And I know a ton of people are thinking - yeah, but who ever gets to do what they want in life? We do what we have to in order to survive.

I know people who are doing what they love, and they are happier than most. Some of them have mad cash, and some are living with five roommates in a three bedroom flat.

But they're happy.

I'm tired of answering telephones all day because lazy people can't listen to a one minute directory telling them what extension they need to dial to reach their party.

I'm tired of my co-workers dumping the shit they don't want to do on my desk (including my boss).

I'm tired of papers piling on my desk because they need filing, or we got junk mail and we need off the fax list, or because it's an invoice that needs to be looked up (and of course can only be done on MY computer).

I'm tired of sitting in my office, listening to the guys on the order desk slack off and NOT get in shit, but just let the boss catch me ONCE during the day having a convo with a friend on MSN and it all hits the fan.

I'm tired of telling the accountant that I need to place a Staples order because we're low on ink, and being told that it can wait. Then whomever needs the ink yells at ME. When I tell them it's cuz of Frank, they go to Frank. And then Frank tells me that I COULD HAVE placed the order.....

I'm tired of working my ass off, and only getting a half hour lunch. It's not so bad when I'm IN the office, but when I have to go to the bank or to get lunch (walking no less most days because I don't have my own vehicle), it's hell to get it done in a half hour, and still manage to eat WHILE working.

I'm tired of not being told what's important around here and what's not.

I'm just plain tired.

I thank GOD I still have my security job (for now). I might not even have that for much longer because the new Universal Licensing act is in effect. That means that the Ministry is now cracking down on the little things that they had let go through before. I have a shoplifting charge from when I was 19. It could possibly prevent me from renewing my license, even though I've had it for four years now. So if that's the case, I'm royally FUCKED.

SIGH - doesn't seem like I can catch a break.

*grabs woobie, iPod, and Senor Cuervo and slinks to the corner*

Think I need to turtle for a bit - see you in twenty hangovers.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.


Travis said...

Sounds like it's time to make a change.

Turnbaby said...

That tired cuts across all lines sugar. Smooch

M said...

Hi, I popped over to your blog from a comment you left on Alison Tylers blog. I just wanted you to know I loved your blog and I feel for you about the work thing! Funny thing is I have shared a lot of the same feelings you had. Have a good day, keep the chin up and something new will come your way and wisk you away from the hum drum!

Bond said...

bring a gun to wor.... ummmm nm... i mean...find a new job....

what did you shoplift? was it purty?

Matt-Man said...

Well good luck to you, and tell the man that you wont be silenced. Rebel!! Cheers....

Dana said...

Sweetheart, the best decision I ever made was leaving my crappy job. I hated what I was doing, I hated being around negative people, I hated the management and the way they were driving the place into the ground. Sure, I make less money, but I'm happy, and that in turn makes me a better mother and a more pleasant person to be around.

Meribah said...

Yeah! What Dana said! Life is too short to be doing something that makes you miserable. Hugs.


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