I hate my job. Yes I know, complaining isn’t going to make anything better, but I really hate my job. this isn’t what I signed up for. I didn’t know that I was going to become a botanist, an IT technician, a maid, and a personal secretary. I didn’t know that I would have more than one boss. I didn’t think I would be expected to preform in the capacity of an intern while having a college degree. This really isn’t the job for me. At all.
I’m tired of being the one who always has to fix the computer. Or the printer. Or the copy machine. I’ tired of being told to water the plants…if you have to keep telling me, then obviously I haven’t been watering the plants. If you’re depending on me to water them, it’s likely that they’re going to die. I’m tired of being the errand girl. It makes me wonder why I spent so much money on going to college, only to end up here. Facebook only makes it worse, when I see people I know with jobs as analysts and brokers and everything I should be, but I’m not. Facebook makes me feel like a loser. When I look at people’s pages and see all the things I could have been…I could be dressing better, going to fun restaurants and parties, actually having money left over after my bills are paid…I could have a car, I could live in D.C., I could have gone to law school, I could have a job that actually means something to me….
But at this point, I don’t care about this job. I care so little about this job that I’m actually blogging from my desk right now. I care so little that I’m wearing jeans to work. On a Monday. I care so little about this piece of crap job that I peruse careerbuilder, monster, and craigslist whenever my boss goes into her office and apply for anything that will get me out of here. It’s a dangerous place to be, this area of non-caring. This job is only a paycheck to me now. And I’m counting down the seconds until I can actually have a career, somewhere where I WANT to go to work on a Monday, somewhere where I’ll get paid to use my brain cells. Because quite honestly, a well trained monkey could do my job.
I never would have known how much my job sucked or how inferior it made me feel had it not been for Facebook.