Don’t get me wrong. Sure I’m glad to be collecting a paycheck again after six months. It definitely beats collecting $405 a week and living at home with my folks.
Except I feel like bitching about work so here I go:
:mad: I had to take a 15% pay cut from my last job
:mad: I get about half the vacation time as my last job
I am basically going from working for one of the largest, multinational professional service firms in the world to a small family owned company in an industry I care little or nothing about
:smack: There are no hot girls in my office!! My last company was full of hot 20-something college grads. This company has nothing but a few dumpy chicks with thick Brooklyn accents.
I have yet to see my boss for more than 5 minutes
:dubious: I hate Mid-town. There’s no place to eat and it’s crowded and the only view I have is of other buildings.
:rolleyes: There is no one there to hang out with for happyhour
I don’t actually WORK with anyone! I just sit there locked away in a taupe-collered cubicle by myself.
:dubious: And I guess the work itself is just the standard office paper-pushing Excel spreadsheet stuff you find in every job.
I guess what it boils down to is that I am not really doing what I really want to do. Of course, like most of my friends, most of us either don’t know what we really want to do or want to work in a fantasy job with Armani-clad models for secretaries and expensive steak dinners or setting pyrotechnics for Kid Rock or something.
Oh well, I guess it’s back to Expo markers, flourescent lights and copier toner until I figure out a career that doesn’t involve Outlook. I know I should be happy to have a job. I just kinda wanted a better (or equivalent) job than the last one I had.
You sound like a self-centered man-child. You cannot always get what you want. Deal with it.
So the job is crap and the pickings slim in the herd. Bag your lunch, bag happy hour, and bag the cock-sure hunt for chicks. You’ll have that 15 percent back in your pocket right away.
Be thankful you have a job, and got it only after six months.
Be more thankful you lived with your parents while unemployed, and collected unemployment. Someday you might be out of a job, no one to help support you, your life savings going out fast to pay bills your unemployment cannot cover, and your job prospects dimmer than dim.
I worked as a pipefitter in Wyoming for many years. Try going to work for 10-12 hours a day when its -30 or so. Throw in having working buddies that have done time for murder and such like.
But on the bright side, for me anyway - you’re pretty much fucked for the next 20 or 25 years or so - I retired and spending my time riding my new Harley around.
What DaddyTimesTwo said. It’s ALWAYS best to job-hunt when you’ve got a paycheck coming in. Now that you’ve proven you’re desirable again because you’re among the Gainfully Employed, you’ll be in a better position to get a better job. It’s kind of like an eBay auction: You can sit there with no bids, but as soon as one person bids on you, then everyone else wants to bid on you, too. Don’t know why, but it does work that way.
But if you have chicks AND the SDMB at work, how would you have time to do ANY work???
I had a job that I fucking LOATHED. For a stinking month. Thank jod they fired me. Then I ended up here. I like it here. Even though I 'm a temp, it’s a good gig. Remember…A shitty job means the next one will be better! How’s that for the half-full glass?
That does suck, and it reminds me to appreciate what I have. The job market sucks right now everywhere, I hope it picks up soon. I was watching TV this morning, there was a news report about people graduating with MBA’s from prestegious universities that can’t find good work either.
“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”
-Drew Carey
Just don’t allow the hate of your job to turn your life into a bitter malaise that causes you to label folks as self-centered-men-children at the slightest provocation. Cause I heard that it’s possible for such a thing to happen. Not that I’ve ever seen an example of such an occurance. I mean, if you were predisposed to react in such a manner, imagine how your days would be? Most people I know bitch about their jobs. If I reacted in such a manner each time someone, in good nature, ticked off a few of life’s pitfalls among friends, I might be seen as a curmudgeon.
Just to rub it in, I work with babes. Tons of em. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to a cock-sure hunt for chicks.
And zero hot chicks!
:mad: And my business cards! What is this? Eggshell?! It looks like friggen construction paper! I want my old pale nimbus cards!
Tell me about it! I didn’t go to business school to be a manager in an actual company. I went because I wanted to work in one of those high-paying fields like consulting or investment banking where no one is sure what you actually do, they just know you always seem to dress well and go out to dinner a lot.
Too bad every realized it’s cheaper to pay their own people to do nothing than to hire consultants to do the same.
There are lots of tax incentive programs at all different levels for renewable energy, so one bright side to your job is that if you’re in development you may get to work with tax lawyers!
I am basically going from working for one of the largest, multinational professional service firms in the world to a small family owned company in an industry I care little or nothing about
I have yet to see my boss for more than 5 minutes
