January 10, 2013 § 8 Comments
I don’t think working for a living is my thing. Just about every job I’ve ever had, is the worst job I’ve ever had. (Until now, I finally have a job I actually like.)
There is nothing more sobering than waking up on a Sunday filled with dread cause you know the only thing standing between you and work is one precious fleeting day. I’ve quit entire careers because of one day I just couldn’t stomach going in.
Which may lead you to believe I’m an unmotivated employee. But you’d be wrong, I’m an exceptionally hard worker. And I’m jolly as f*ck.
My problem is, I’ve had a few really shitty jobs. That and the fact that I hate confrontation.
I have an adorable habit of letting all those small disgruntled moments chip away at me until they eventually start adding up, building into something I no longer have control of. Then finally one day, seemingly out of nowhere, I turn a corner.
What changed? Everything and nothing. I don’t know why, but for some reason that’s it.
I think to myself, ‘No, no. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here.’ Then I quietly back up and get the f*ck out of there.