I hate my job

Everyday I have to talk myself out of quitting. I honestly hate the public. I work for a bank/credit card company, who seems to only have relationships with incompetent and inept people. My blood pressure, I'm fairy certain, skyrockets during working hours. I want to do horrible things to these people and make their lives very difficult. Since when is self responsibility a thing of the past? I've never called my bank to complain how "it's not fair" that your penalizing me for not being responsible, mainly because I'm f'ing responsible. In short, people suck. I have no sympathy for banks raping the shit out of their customers.

 

So does the rest of the world

 

Except for dirty stinky hippies who have none to speak of.
Oh and there are probably like 7 who actually like their jobs.

 

You could get a job where your not contributing to the detriment of our society. Even something like waitress is comparatively noble, you're feeding hungry people.

 

I was somewhat of an idiot myself, and I managed to collect a lot of student loan debt. I dont know if a waitressing gig will pay my loans. Plus, who wants a big fat chick to serve them food? In a couple more months, I will be looking for an alternative job, ya know, when the gut goes away.

 

I'm sure you look lovely, but point taken. We've all had to work some jobs we've hated, just try not to work it too long. I've liked most of my jobs, it shouldn't be too hard for you to find something you like.

Good luck. :biggrin:

 

Mucho gracias. I'm heading into maternity leave in 8 weeks and
moving a few months after it ends, so at least there's an end in sight. It's what's keeping me from bashing my head on my desk.

 

You need out of that job ASAP cause it's poisoning you with anger. Lode is right about shit jobs but we've all had 'em cause we had no choice. Bail out before the anger affects your health and your babys health.

 

Haha Well, I would love to follow your advice, but there are a few things stopping me from doing so, mainly responsibilities and obligations. I have control over my own anger, thank you. I just decide to let it get the best of me sometimes.

 

Join the fucken club

 

It looks like I'm already fucking joined, man.

 

No theres an actual meet up place..

 

I'm preggers too and sometimes my job stresses me out so much I get stomach pains that I mistake for baby pains then I get even more pissed off because I'm afraid my stress level will effect the baby and my supervisor will still expect me to take care of the customer before leaving to go to the doctor.

But the insurance is fantastic so I'm not about to leave when I need monthly check-ups and an upcoming hospital stay.

I'm planning on going on maternity leave and finding another job so I can have my 3 months off and then call those fuckers and tell them I'm never coming back.

It wouldn't be so bad except a computer does our scheduling. People are constantly asking for vacation days that they never get. You can't plan shit. I asked off for a week's vacation in June back in January, 6 months in advance, and I was just denied. The plane tickets and hotel are already booked so I have to call in sick every single day that I'm on vacation.

 

I like my job, but I fucking hate working. Every day I have to talk myself out of quitting.

 

Come on Frieden you know damn well most of us are neither hippies or jobless.

internet doesn't pay for itself you know.

Judging by your recent loss of tact I've come to the conclusion you're a pulsating rage of estrogen right now.

:leaving:

 

Well, it looks like I've found my opposite. I don't mind working. I do, however, despise my job.

 

I've worked quite a few jobs that I hated, for one reason or another, mostly the people I either worked with or for. I just struggled through it, because on the other hand, I had made friends with at least a few of the people I worked with. Also, I had family to support, so quitting was not on the table.

However, in retrospect, due to the frustration and deep-seated resentment I had to stuff to get by, I often feel as if just sitting on the job, letting it eat me alive was possibly a mistake, and I should have taken steps to transfer laterally, or make some moves to another position or even another job.

Unfortunately, these jobs I had paid well enough to contribute to my continuing status as "well-paid slave". They paid well enough to inhibit any thought of going elsewhere. It kind of killed my ambition, in a way, and I just struggled through it all, until I was forced into retirement when the city I worked for ran into debt.

Now, I'm fortunate that all those years of sticking it out left me a pension,,free money to live on for the rest of my life, however many years that may be, and my wife after me (if she survives me). It's nothing I planned for, but I won't complain. Shit happens.

By the way,,this thread caused me to see you in a different light,,more "human",,lol.

 

While I agree that most people posting on these forums aren't exactly hippies, posers is a word that comes to mind as an alternative, I wouldn't agree that there aren't a lot of unemployed folks here. That's just been my observations.

 

so what of it? some people are unemployed shit happens.

 

Is this directed at myself?