I Hate My Job

I know you hate your job. That’s why you’re reading this. I hate mine too. That’s why I’m writing this. Everyday I wake up, it’s a struggle because I know what I’m facing. I have to look at my boss for one. The lady who smiles in my face and talks about me behind my back…. Well I assume she’s talking about me because she’s always whispering to the assistant manager while standing behind me. It’s annoying. Then there are the customers who stand in line with an attitude, expecting for something to go wrong. I swear their energy brings on the mistakes that happen at the counter. After reciting our stupid slogan over and over again for eight hours is enough to make anyone want to quit, but you don’t.

Everyday as I’m driving home from work, all I can think about is how the day went and how I have to go back and do the same thing tomorrow. It’s such a detriment on your health to dread your workday. There are days when I just sit back and wonder how I got to this point. Sometimes we all ask ourselves that question. And those of us that are over thirty ask ourselves even more questions. “Where did I go wrong? How many more years have I got before I turn 40?” Or are you already 40? I know what you’re thinking because these are my thoughts and guys like us think alike. There’s a point in your life when you just have to sit back and say, “What the fuck?” It’s a question for many things. What the fuck am I doing with my life? What the fuck am I doing with five kids? What the fuck am I doing at this job?” That’s a lot of what the fucks. And when you’re asking yourself WTF (we’ll abbreviate it for now), all the time, this means it’s time to move on.

“Well how do we move on?” You ask. How do I find that perfect job? How do I find the peace that I’m looking for? How do I find my passion or how can I make a living from my passion? Although I don’t have the one perfect answer for you, I do have suggestions and I have my life to share, so hopefully through this blog/e-book, I can give you some guidance and help myself as well in the process. Now if your question is WTF am I doing broke, please don’t go knock off a bank. You’ll be asking yourself WTF am I doing in an 8x8 cell with someone who’s looking at me as if I’m the last piece of ass on earth and I don’t want you asking yourself that, so please… let’s not go there. To find the answer, maybe we’ll start by looking into our background… yes, from birth. We have to get this right.