My Job Is Sucking the Life out of Me
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006It really, truly is. I’ve had crappy jobs before—everyone has—but this is something different. At my other crappy jobs in the past, at least I could find joy or satisfaction in good coworkers, or good bosses, or the fact that I was good at what I did and was producing quality work.
Not so here. I just have to find some measure of solace in meeting the tight and arbitrary deadlines, or in knowing that I’m ten times more qualified than the editor and a hundred times more qualified than the other production artist. I have to find satisfaction in sending out documents that are at least superficially decent, even though they’re all a nightmare to work with and were originally designed by someone who obviously doesn’t know a thing about print publishing or web publishing. I have to amuse myself by noticing how many times my job resembles Dilbert or The Office.
It doesn’t help that in the three months I’ve been here, three people have quit because they were fed up with the idiotic and chaotic way things are run here. I only wish I could bring myself to join them, but I simply can’t afford to do that right now. But ironically, I feel so sapped at the end of the day that I don’t even have the energy to look for other jobs. Just the thought of going through that whole process again makes me tired.
So here I am, whining to the internet instead. Thanks for reading.
