Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Don't read this. I've ranted.

Today, I decided to quit my job.

Actually, no. I just lied to you. Today, I decided that I can no longer go on in life having any respect for myself if I continue working in that noisy, testosterone-scented, caveman-filled, bad-attitude cesspool of a cutting room.

Not that I hate my job. I rather like my job. It keeps me mobile, and I like doing hard work, and the guys are pretty funny most of the time. Actually, most of the guys are pretty great almost all of the time. We got a couple of bad apples, but it's nothinng I haven't been able to handle up until now.

There's lots of reasons for me to stay: my sweet morning shift, my four weeks of vacation, my eighty hours of personal time, medical, dental, vision, 401k. Need I go on?

But sometimes the guys are also pushy, mean, and disrespectful, which makes me want to be pushy, mean and disrespectful right back. Well of course I have to be the best at everything that I do, on account of that competitive streak I have, so naturally, I become the pushiest, meanest, disrespectfullest bitch in all the land!

And that's not who I want to be.

I want to be pleasant,  and want to be liked by people, and I want to be able to leave my job with some sense of empathy for the rest of the human race. I want to be part of the world that celebrates things, anything at all, even if it's just that I made it through another day.

I can't do that these days. I leave work every day in the most furious rush to get home, slam the door and forget about everybody I came in contact with all day. BECAUSE THEY ALL SUCK ALL OF THE TIME!

(do you see how I get caught up in a continuous loop? "They're cool, we get along--->that guy was rude---->They're all horrible jackasses---->I hate everyone!---> nah, it's not that bad--->That one guy's okay. We get along.")

So when my boss came back from vacation today, I told him I think it's time to redefine my position with the company. There are many different positions I could handle, but I don't think he's taking me very seriously.

I might have to just quit my job.

7 comments:

  1. Oh dear. Don't quit yet. Talk to your boss some more, or be sure you have another job to go to. Just be cautious. Well, that's all the safe advice I'm good for today.

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  2. It's easy to lose perspective and blow up the relatively small things into huge things.

    At the same time, I've never wanted to be one of those people who complain about their jobs all the time - or whose job is so soul-killing that I can't enjoy my life.

    It's a balancing act, and I don't know how to get that balance right.

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  3. Hmmm, that's a tough one. But I do know that when I felt like that, it was time to leave.

    Funny, the same thing applied to my first marriage. Except there were no vacation benefits.

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  4. The title reminded me of a 'zine my friend, Jezebel, and I were going to do back when we were in our roaring twenties; Do Not Read! We figured we'd get readership by that alone. Tell someone not to do something, and they'll go ahead and do it.

    Maybe, just maybe, it would be in your better interest to find something where you're not occasionally miserable coming home.

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  5. Enjoying what you do -- and the people you're with -- forty-plus hours a week is vital. I've left those jobs, and I've left those commutes. Mental health is important!!!

    Pearl

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  6. at least you don't work with women... they suck all the time...just saying... maybe you could start looking around for something else but then you might find that it's not so bad where you are... or you'll find that you should have left forever ago!!

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  7. Yes, redefining your position might be a much better option than quitting. If it helps, I can tell you that I like you >:)

    Cold As Heaven

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