‘Job’ defined as what you are paid to do for a living. There are many exceptions in the poll.
If you have more than one job, like me, rate the one that you financially depend on most.
Other. It sucks but it pays for the alcohol.
I love my job. It’s a privilege to work there.
I like my job but I wouldn’t necessarily describe it as rewarding. I don’t know what else I’d rather be doing, other than not having to work at all. It’s okay I guess; could certainly be a lot worse.
I love Finance but hate banking. Hoping that interview works out!
Soul sucking awful. Just got found out I’m forced to work July 4. Hate the job, hate the company. Job search in progress.
There’s no option for “It’s my life’s work, and Jesus Christ will I be glad when the school year is over,” so I chose “other.”
I am only a month in, but so far, I really, really like the job, the people I work with, and the company. I feel like I’m finally somewhere where the company walks the talk - I work in Environment in oil and gas, so companies that actually do a good job in that area are few and far between.
I’m going through an “Office Space” phase right now. I’m busy, the pay is good, job stable. But I’m starting to despise the office environment and all the bullshit that goes along with it.
I’d rather be digging holes in a park or mowing parkways for the city.
I feel about most things I care to feel about with my fingers.
There are some things one shouldn’t try to feel.
I’m retired now, but the climate control where I worked was wacky, and I usually felt either cold or too warm.
I’m currently self-underemployed and I hate my boss because he’s a perfectionist. I look forward to working for someone else.
I’m going with soul-sucking. There are days I sit and cry at the thought of going in. It pays well, and that is the ONLY thing that keeps me there.
You don’t have a student option - I know what I’m going to be doing, and I have a good idea of the emotions, experiences, etc., involved, but I won’t know until I’m doing it just how it feels to be the veterinarian, the one in charge of medical decisions and making diagnoses and dealing with clients as the one with whom the buck stops. I also don’t grok yet how my student loans will affect my standard of living, and I don’t think I will until I’m in my 30’s and still living on a low-ish salary. One step at a time, I guess.
Love it. I like being a doctor, but I love being a teacher of doctors. My hours are excellent (in that I have energy at the end of the day to do other things), my co-workers are people I genuinely like and respect, and I get paid way more than my low self-esteem will let me think I deserve.
Sure, I have to deal with a fair measure of bullshit, but who doesn’t?
Never in my life did I think having a job where I do very, very little would suck. Oh yes it does. Mightily. I post on here more at night than actual work.
SSSSSSsssooooooooooo boooooooorrrred
Option 3 - I wouldnt’ say I enjoy it, there’s a lot of bad days, but it’s mostly okay. It pays very fucking well, and the hours are relatively flexible (I have a broadband of hours, I can start any time from 0700 and finish any time up to 1900, as long as I do my 7.5 hours. I can take an hour or a half hour lunch, or duck out in the middle of the day and do the second half of my day later. We have flex time available when the workload is steady enough, so we can work back late and take off early other days if we want).
The work itself is not great, but not horrible. It’s data entry. The people I work with… Eh. They’re nice… ish? I guess. Not horrible. I just don’t seem to fit in with them very well. Which isn’t anybody’s fault, I’m just not the sort of person they are. But it makes it suck a bit when they’re all Betty Best Friends and I just… Don’t match. But that’s the story of my life, really.
Management’s not too bad. When my ex was REALLY sick, they worked with me to allow me to manage and move my leave around as much as I could, so I had to take the minimum days unpaid.
I’ve worked at the same organisation for 9 years. For most of that time, I’ve loved my co-workers and the money has been great, but the jobs I have done have been a real mix. Certainly for the past 5 years I’ve felt like I was here just because it paid very well, and working part time has meant that I’ve been able to have my daughter and complete a second Bachelor’s degree and a Masters. It has suited me fine, but no more - and I had to train myself to disassociate a little so that I could put up with the crap the company dishes out.
However, 4 months ago I got what is pretty much my dream job - not hindered in anyway by the fact that, unbenownst to my boss, I was the one who wrote the job description! I am having an absolute ball, the time of my life - I feel challenged, engaged, worthwhile, respected by my managers. I’m still working 4 rather than 5 days a week, I work with someone who is my absolute creative match. It’s wonderful.
The huuuuuuuuuuuuge fly in the ointment is that I found out I was pregnant again pretty much as this new role was being mooted at work. I have 8 working days left, before I take off for a year’s maternity leave. I’m very conflicted - on the one hand, I’m absolutely exhausted and having to drag myself out of bed in the mornings (8 1/2 months pregnant at 41 is kind of tiring), on the other I’m really really going to miss the joy I’m feeling at work. Yeah yeah I know - boo hoo, what a problem to have!
I have literally only just started this new job, after a couple of years being unemployed, so I’m not qualified to answer quite yet, but so far it looks like it is going to be a fun and enjoyable one, with nice creative people.
Ask me again in six months, and then again in two years.
Like my job. Find it rewarding. I also really like my co-workers, so that helps too.
I get paid to look at rocks for a living. Who wouldn’t love that?