One would think that only seeing one's boss for fifteen minutes three days out of the week one would never have problems with him. Normally, this is the case. But Adolph (his real name - and he's black!) goes out of his way to make trouble.
Last week I stayed fifteen minutes past my shift because our resident perpetual fuck-up got in late. Naturally, I adjusted my time sheet to account for my extra fifteen minutes. Today, Adolph chews me out for it, saying it's my job to arrange it with the other person and have him come in fifteen minutes early to relieve me some time. Without a long-winded explanation, it ends up with the moron getting paid for the fifteen minutes I worked for his sorry ass and Adolph perplexed as to why I refuse to be okay with this.
I may say I hate this job, but it's so easy and pays so well that it's hard to get motivated to find another one. But I need to get over the illusion. No sick days, must ask for days off thirty days in advance, lousy benefits, and a boss who thinks his pathetic little station actually matters. Sadly, all that and I'm still not highly motivated to change. Probably because there aren't that many jobs I want to do. Acting or writing or music were the only things in my life I've ever wanted to be my jobs. Period. Not some bullshit office building and definately not some joke of a security job. Why does some jackass with a business or computer degree get to walk out of a college and straight into a phat-ass high paying job that let's 'em buy a two-story house and I walk out of commencement with a theatre degree with big fat sign that says sucker?
I'm not whining, I'm just vengeful and want some justice. I'd rather be poor and miserable from doing what I want to do than rich and miserable from playing some game I never wanted to play.
Last week I stayed fifteen minutes past my shift because our resident perpetual fuck-up got in late. Naturally, I adjusted my time sheet to account for my extra fifteen minutes. Today, Adolph chews me out for it, saying it's my job to arrange it with the other person and have him come in fifteen minutes early to relieve me some time. Without a long-winded explanation, it ends up with the moron getting paid for the fifteen minutes I worked for his sorry ass and Adolph perplexed as to why I refuse to be okay with this.
I may say I hate this job, but it's so easy and pays so well that it's hard to get motivated to find another one. But I need to get over the illusion. No sick days, must ask for days off thirty days in advance, lousy benefits, and a boss who thinks his pathetic little station actually matters. Sadly, all that and I'm still not highly motivated to change. Probably because there aren't that many jobs I want to do. Acting or writing or music were the only things in my life I've ever wanted to be my jobs. Period. Not some bullshit office building and definately not some joke of a security job. Why does some jackass with a business or computer degree get to walk out of a college and straight into a phat-ass high paying job that let's 'em buy a two-story house and I walk out of commencement with a theatre degree with big fat sign that says sucker?
I'm not whining, I'm just vengeful and want some justice. I'd rather be poor and miserable from doing what I want to do than rich and miserable from playing some game I never wanted to play.
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Date: 2003-03-04 06:40 am (UTC)Personally, I hate the office life. But it allows me to comfortably pursue what I want with my time off. It's worth the sacrifice to me.
When you survive off of what you like to do, it eventually becomes just another job. It did for me with computer stuffs.
-noysh
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Date: 2004-03-13 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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