Do you hate your Job?

[ImagoDei]

Do you hate your job?

 

[InnerPhyre]

Nah.

 

[ImagoDei]

whoa that was quick

 

[InnerPhyre]

I don't particularly like my job, but it pays well and I'm grateful for it.

 

[Photini]

Overall I like my job. It's my co-workers that I have a hard time liking sometimes.

 

[ImagoDei]

I don't particularly like my job, but it pays well and I'm grateful for it.

What do you do?

 

[Carrye]

Nah, except for meetings. My meeting philosophy = A committee of one gets things done.

 

[tdcharles]

I like my job. It's a bit repititious at times, but it's mostly an easy job compared to some others I've had. The only downside is that I get paid very little.

 

[BAChristian]

I like my job. I'm getting promoted to management in about a month or two.

I'm stoked to tell you the truth.

 

[ej]

I love my job.

I find it hard to believe that I get paid for doing things which are so much fun, and with such great people. Long may it last

 

[Tawny]

I love my job too. I get to work with figures all day and get cross with companies when they don't pay on time!

 

[PetertheRock]

Sometimes I do but it pays well and has great benefits so until something better comes along I am here to stay.

 

[Ann M]

I hate doing my housework!

 

[DivineFiliation]

I am slightly embarrassed that I am the only one who voted for hating their job. It pays well and I am grateful for that, but compromising my morals and standards, not to mention the amount of stress I deal with on a minute-by-minute basis, doesn't make the money seem worthwhile. I am currently looking at other avenues to take.

 

[BillH]

I love my Job! It's one of my favorite books in the Bible!

Oh, and the stuff that I do at work isn't that bad either.

 

[bostonlass]

I truly believe that I was switched at birth with another baby and that my true parents are royalty. Therefore, while I like what I do at work, I feel that I'm misrepresenting my true life's destiny which is to be a princess, and later a queen to be waited on hand and foot by my admiring staff.




With each work-filled, laundry-doin', floor moppin' day I await my true birthright to be reclaimed.

 

[Wolseley]

I like my job. I love my boss. I like my co-workers.

I'm not wild about the management---those in charge above my boss. They all worry too much about appearances, politics, and money, and too little about anything with substance or taking care of their own people.

I like the aspects of my job that pertain to the job---it's the political cr@p that you have to put up with that I don't care for. Sometimes I feel like saying, "Look, don't worry about which vice-president might be offended when I have to bust some kid for peddling dope out of the dormitories, because his father is an alumni and a contributor to the college slush fund, okay? The kid broke the law, just stay out of the way and let me do my job."

I nearly got fired last year, after the Vice President for Academics wanted me to do something that wasn't in my exact job description, and I joking said, "Sure, but there'll be a $20.00 service fee," to which the old battleaxe snapped, "You know, I can have your job!"

I just raised an eyebrow, grinned at her, and said, "You know, a sense of humor is a sign of a mature psychology."

She has hated me ever since, supposedly because she thinks I'm unprofessional, but I think it really boils down to the fact that I don't grovel at her feet simply because she has a Ph.D, which doesn't impress me in the slightest. And when it comes to unprofessionalism, I have seen her pull stunts worthy of a 3-year old that would have gotten her fired in any other setting, like last week when she stood in the faculty office wing, literally screaming---screaming, mind you---at the top of her lungs at one of my officers because he couldn't unlock a door for her instructors.

Never mind the fact that A) The door didn't have any keyholes; B) There are no keys to the door---it's on an electronic lock system; C) We weren't responsible for the inner hallway being blocked off, thus preventing the usual access to the office wing---the contractors doing the construction were; and D) Every one of her instuctors was issued an electronic key card that would have gotten them in from the exterior entrance door she was having a cow over, but they won't carry them because they consider them to be a nuisance.

(shrug) That's not my problem. But I gotta tell ya, her performance was something I'd expect out of a 3-year old, not a 50-some odd year old woman who certainly ought to know better.

Academia is a weird place. It's like the Twilight Zone---you leave reality behind when you enter. One of the profs in the math department told me, "Well, she thinks she's above most people because she has an advanced degree," and I replied with my standard answer: "Big deal. Rectal thermometers have advanced degrees, and we all know where those go, don't we?", which sent the prof into gales of hysterical laughter and put a smile on my face for the next hour and a half.

 

[DivineFiliation]

I like my job. I love my boss. I like my co-workers.

I'm not wild about the management---those in charge above my boss. They all worry too much about appearances, politics, and money, and too little about anything with substance or taking care of their own people.

I like the aspects of my job that pertain to the job---it's the political cr@p that you have to put up with that I don't care for. Sometimes I feel like saying, "Look, don't worry about which vice-president might be offended when I have to bust some kid for peddling dope out of the dormitories, because his father is an alumni and a contributor to the college slush fund, okay? The kid broke the law, just stay out of the way and let me do my job."

I nearly got fired last year, after the Vice President for Academics wanted me to do something that wasn't in my exact job description, and I joking said, "Sure, but there'll be a $20.00 service fee," to which the old battleaxe snapped, "You know, I can have your job!"

I just raised an eyebrow, grinned at her, and said, "You know, a sense of humor is a sign of a mature psychology."

She has hated me ever since, supposedly because she thinks I'm unprofessional, but I think it really boils down to the fact that I don't grovel at her feet simply because she has a Ph.D, which doesn't impress me in the slightest. And when it comes to unprofessionalism, I have seen her pull stunts worthy of a 3-year old that would have gotten her fired in any other setting, like last week when she stood in the faculty office wing, literally screaming---screaming, mind you---at the top of her lungs at one of my officers because he couldn't unlock a door for her instructors.

Never mind the fact that A) The door didn't have any keyholes; B) There are no keys to the door---it's on an electronic lock system; C) We weren't responsible for the inner hallway being blocked off, thus preventing the usual access to the office wing---the contractors doing the construction were; and D) Every one of her instuctors was issued an electronic key card that would have gotten them in from the exterior entrance door she was having a cow over, but they won't carry them because they consider them to be a nuisance.

(shrug) That's not my problem. But I gotta tell ya, her performance was something I'd expect out of a 3-year old, not a 50-some odd year old woman who certainly ought to know better.

Academia is a weird place. It's like the Twilight Zone---you leave reality behind when you enter. One of the profs in the math department told me, "Well, she thinks she's above most people because she has an advanced degree," and I replied with my standard answer: "Big deal. Rectal thermometers have advanced degrees, and we all know where those go, don't we?", which sent the prof into gales of hysterical laughter and put a smile on my face for the next hour and a half.

I work in construction and I swear we deal with the same junk. Although, lol, I'm currently looking for a job in academia.

 

[DivineFiliation]

I truly believe that I was switched at birth with another baby and that my true parents are royalty. Therefore, while I like what I do at work, I feel that I'm misrepresenting my true life's destiny which is to be a princess, and later a queen to be waited on hand and foot by my admiring staff.




With each work-filled, laundry-doin', floor moppin' day I await my true birthright to be reclaimed.

btw, this was hillarious.

 

[Maggie893]

I am slightly embarrassed that I am the only one who voted for hating their job. It pays well and I am grateful for that, but compromising my morals and standards, not to mention the amount of stress I deal with on a minute-by-minute basis, doesn't make the money seem worthwhile. I am currently looking at other avenues to take.

What do you do? Or should I say what would you prefer to do? Or maybe what are you skilled to do? Perhaps we can pray you out of that job into another and maybe someone here might have a friend who knows a friend with just the right job.


Oh! And Happy Birthday!!!