Another Day Another Dollar
Here I am, at the flaming pit of misery, watching the minutes tick by slowly. I think it's safe to say that I have lost all enthusiasm for this job, what little I had started out with that is. I wake up dreading the day. Lately I've had to rip myself from my comfy bed and force myself into the motions of getting ready every morning. Then I make the 40 mile commute (which can take anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 hours, depending on traffic, accidents, etc.). By the time I get to work I'm usually agitated over some asshole in a BMW cutting me off, or an SUV driver weaving between lanes, or an old caddy going 25 miles an hour in the fast lane. I get to come in to a boss who could obviously give two shits about me. I get to briefly chat with the only peson in the office I can stand, then I go to my desk...which can't be seen under the mounds of papers and files.
Ok, I admit, I'm not the neatest person in the world. But maybe if I gave an iota of crap about this job I'd be a little more organized. I spend my day in front of the computer, either writing boring employment law and human resources related articles, or editing boring employment law and human resources articles. I get to occassionally break up my day by talking to my co-worker, but we were recently told that we chat too much and have to cut it out. So now I break up my day by dreaming of a quick death by plummeting out my office window. Damn plexiglass...it wouldn't break even if I through my computer through it. Sigh. With my luck I'd probably just break my neck and end up a vegetable or something.
I also tend to search Monster.com and hotjobs throughout the day and have sent my resume to dozens of prospective companies. I've never heard from any of them. I even tried using the classifieds, but never heard from any of those either. Here's the problem, I'm either overqualified, hence they can't pay me enogh, underqualified, or have all the skills but lack a degree. So I'm basically trapped here because I don't have a piece of paper saying I graduated from some educational facility...even though I have better skills and more experience than some recent grad. It sucks ass. Life experience should count for something, wouldn't you think?
So I keep getting up every day and coming to this hellhole, praying that someone will fire me so I can collect unemployment and write. But for some reason they keep me around. Maybe they enjoy toying with my life. Zapping all my creative energy and sending me home a battered woman. It wouldn't be so bad if I got an ounce of respect. But women with kids are looked down on here, not to mention you don't get a second look unless your boobs are popping out of your shirt. Yeah, my boss is a real smart manager. He breaks just about every rule we preach to companies that they should follow. It would really be quite amusing if I didn't have to live through it day after day.
I wish I could go back to school and get that stupid piece of paper. Of course that takes time and money, I have neither. I'm the bread winner in my household, so I can't afford to take a paycut for a better job. I'm basically fucked for now. Until I can find someone to give me a chance. Who knows if that door will ever open.
Sorry to whine about the job again. Having to work in general sucks. But if I could at least find a job I could tolerate, I wouldn't complain. My plan to win the lottery is probably never going to come to fruition. And my plan to become a best-selling writer will probably never happen either. So it looks like I'll be staying in the pit for awhile. I just hope that I'm not so buried under this crap that I won't see an opportunity if one should happen by.
Here I am, at the flaming pit of misery, watching the minutes tick by slowly. I think it's safe to say that I have lost all enthusiasm for this job, what little I had started out with that is. I wake up dreading the day. Lately I've had to rip myself from my comfy bed and force myself into the motions of getting ready every morning. Then I make the 40 mile commute (which can take anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 hours, depending on traffic, accidents, etc.). By the time I get to work I'm usually agitated over some asshole in a BMW cutting me off, or an SUV driver weaving between lanes, or an old caddy going 25 miles an hour in the fast lane. I get to come in to a boss who could obviously give two shits about me. I get to briefly chat with the only peson in the office I can stand, then I go to my desk...which can't be seen under the mounds of papers and files.
Ok, I admit, I'm not the neatest person in the world. But maybe if I gave an iota of crap about this job I'd be a little more organized. I spend my day in front of the computer, either writing boring employment law and human resources related articles, or editing boring employment law and human resources articles. I get to occassionally break up my day by talking to my co-worker, but we were recently told that we chat too much and have to cut it out. So now I break up my day by dreaming of a quick death by plummeting out my office window. Damn plexiglass...it wouldn't break even if I through my computer through it. Sigh. With my luck I'd probably just break my neck and end up a vegetable or something.
I also tend to search Monster.com and hotjobs throughout the day and have sent my resume to dozens of prospective companies. I've never heard from any of them. I even tried using the classifieds, but never heard from any of those either. Here's the problem, I'm either overqualified, hence they can't pay me enogh, underqualified, or have all the skills but lack a degree. So I'm basically trapped here because I don't have a piece of paper saying I graduated from some educational facility...even though I have better skills and more experience than some recent grad. It sucks ass. Life experience should count for something, wouldn't you think?
So I keep getting up every day and coming to this hellhole, praying that someone will fire me so I can collect unemployment and write. But for some reason they keep me around. Maybe they enjoy toying with my life. Zapping all my creative energy and sending me home a battered woman. It wouldn't be so bad if I got an ounce of respect. But women with kids are looked down on here, not to mention you don't get a second look unless your boobs are popping out of your shirt. Yeah, my boss is a real smart manager. He breaks just about every rule we preach to companies that they should follow. It would really be quite amusing if I didn't have to live through it day after day.
I wish I could go back to school and get that stupid piece of paper. Of course that takes time and money, I have neither. I'm the bread winner in my household, so I can't afford to take a paycut for a better job. I'm basically fucked for now. Until I can find someone to give me a chance. Who knows if that door will ever open.
Sorry to whine about the job again. Having to work in general sucks. But if I could at least find a job I could tolerate, I wouldn't complain. My plan to win the lottery is probably never going to come to fruition. And my plan to become a best-selling writer will probably never happen either. So it looks like I'll be staying in the pit for awhile. I just hope that I'm not so buried under this crap that I won't see an opportunity if one should happen by.
posted by Meghan at 11:28 AM
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