i’m having one of those days, the kind that started last night with the utter feeling of dread i had about coming to work today. i’m just not happy with any of it at all. i feel like i’m being held back, like i can’t do all that i could creatively because everyone here is too chickenshit to try something new. instead we just repeat the same thing we’ve done like 2994 times.
and it just makes me wonder is there such a thing has happy in your job? does anyone enjoy their job and find it fulfilling? am i asking for too much? maybe this is just the way it’s supposed to be, just goddamn frustrating and boring and monotonou, and the sooner i accept that the happeir i’ll be.
does anyone love their job? sometimes i think that i do. a lot of times i think there might be potential for love. it’s like i have a crush on my job. but lately– not so much.
I have had a couple of jobs I loved. I’m not there right now. Sometimes I feel zen about it and I feel I can find my bliss and make the love happen. My current job is pretty crushing though.
I think some people really do love their work. I know I have. I don’t mean to say every minute was terrific, but generally I enjoyed my time at work and didn’t dread getting up for work like I do now.
I honestly love my job. I really do. It’s challenging, the people are great, and the stress is worth it most of the time – because I feel like I’m doing really cool stuff. I am extremely lucky, I know.
I really like my job, but if I could get paid to sleep all morning, and then wake up around 11:00 and eat lunch, and then get paid to go back to sleep until 5:00, now that would be a job I would love. Now that I think about it, I’m going to go check monster.com right now and see about that.
i had a job i loved. i wish i could have died there. the job i have now is ok but very routine. (except for the huge computer problems im having right now!) if i had could make the choice now to stick with the job i love or the one that pays more…i probably would give up the money. :0(
I totally dig my job, to the point where I actually look forward to going in on Monday. And I even get a little sad at the end of the week.
I think it probably helps that I work 30 hours a week and thus have a 3-day weekend. I’m not making huge money, I’m not creating anything brilliant, and I don’t have tons of prestige. But I have fun, I get to multi-task, and I interact with lots of different people. For an ENFP who’s a 7 on the enneagram, that’s pretty much the golden ring.
If I won the lottery, I’d probably still come in here. I get to mess with various gadgetry and help people.
I’d probably have no schedule but my own and tell people that if they want my help, they must bring two-liters of Diet Coke with Lime… and real limes too… but I’d be here nonetheless.
I hate my job. I’m as far along as I can go – there are no promotions available, EVER. The work is boring and tedious. SSDD. The clients suck. The art director’s a flaming bitch and the man that signs the paycheck is such an asshat, I get sick everytime I see him…. and we’re a company of 7.
The sad thing is, I’ve yet to have a job that didn’t drive me to the point of insanity. I’m hoping that changes when we move out of Ohio.
I used to love my job, until about 7 months ago. The place has pretty much fallen apart around me since then. Today was the latest big blow and it just totally sucks right now.