I was recently at a party over Memorial Day and invariably I heard people complaining about thier job. At my office its like the national pasttime. Typical greeting: "Hey Bob how's it going?" I might say. "Is it 5 o'clock yet, this place sucks!" Bob would grumble. "Good talkin' to ya, Bob" Even after work I'm at the Pizza place waiting for my slices when I overheard a girl on the phone with mother complaining how she had to get out of where ever she worked. Evidentally everyone she worked with were idiots.
I'm now convinced that everyone hates their job. There are just varying degrees of hatred that people can bare. If your hatred is above the level of dealibility (Is that a word?) then you either quit or go postal (literally). I too hate my job and I complain at work and grumble at Bobs and complain on the phone and at parties, but I deal (for now).
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
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