I know that I don’t like my job…I haven’t liked it for years now. But, the pay is good, and it is difficult to start over. Is it worth it to stay at a job you hate? What is the long-term damage if you elect to bear with a situation where you absolutely loath monday mornings, and pray for Friday to come?:smack:
The longest I stayed at a job that I HATED was a year. The money was good. For me, it was TOTALLY worth it when I quit - I forgot that there were jobs out there you actually look FORWARD to going to!
I’ve been at this one about 2 years, but I didn’t hate it in the beginning. It got to the point about a year ago that I dreaded walking in the door, and by this last February I was physically ill every morning before going in. That’s when I realized just how much I hated it and knew I had to leave. Talked to the boss, made a decision and I’ve got about six weeks left. I’m not ill in the morning anymore because I can see light at the end of the tunnel
3 Months, at a telemarketing job.
Sort of. I never actually called anybody. I just fielded incoming sales calls, occasionally free information calls.
But I loathed it with a passion, almost right away. Everything in the company was always about the profit line. There’s nothing quite like finishing a call with an elderly lady and feeling like you’ve swindled her out of her pension check…
I sold my ideals for 7.50 an hour, and tried to rationalize it as an honest business, but it really wasn’t. After 3 months, knowing that I didn’t have another job yet, and that I might not find one for awhile, I quit. It just wasn’t worth it anymore.
Seven years.
A year and a half. That was my first job, working at McDonald’s, and any other job that I’d be able to get would be pretty much the same shit, so I stuck it out until I was 16 and all the restrictions came off.
A year and half as well, I was a nanny, and the parents were awful. And frankly, I’m just not the nanny type.
If you truly hate your job, I think it’s worth it to leave. There’s always more jobs out there for you to love or hate!
18 months. It would have been a LOT less, but the month after I started, whe I was just learning how fucked up the company and my boss were, I broke my leg in 6 pieces. It’s hard as hell to job hunt on crutches, especially if you’re worn out from physical therapy and a lot of pain. It was not a normal broken leg; so far it’s taken 5-1/2 years, four surgeries, internal and external hardware of various sorts, and hundreds of hours of physical therapy, and it ain’t fixed yet.
I do have a much better job now, though.
One year. It started out okay, but as time went by, the cluelessness of my co-workers and supervisors slowly dawned on me, and I realized Ihad to leave to save my soul.
A year and a half. It would have only been 6 months but my immediate superior convinced me to stay on after I told them I was resigning. Then the bastard quit himself 1 month later. :mad:
Going on about ten months now.
17 years 4 months 3 days…and counting.
2 years and 2 months. I worked for an old man who had inherited the business from his father, and he ran it like it was the 1940’s - yelling and screaming, insulting people over the intercoms, etc. He also chain smoked cigars - not the thin kind you get in the drig stores, but the big thick ones that come in fancy boxes. I saw him spend $2000 at a time on cigars. If only he had treated his employees as well.
I got fired, was out of work for 4 months, but it was the best thing that could have happened.
9 days.
I worked in a Spencer’s Gifts in a mall 
During X-mas
I stayed 9 days cause I wanted to wait until 3 days before Christmas before quitting.
Two and a half months working at a fast food sub place, 50+ hours a week with an assortment of morons, slime, dimwits and mistakes of evolution (the managers and assistant managers- the high school kids were fine, actually). Took the job right out of the military to make some money-- mistake. The aggrevation and stress got so bad that one day I started getting shooting pains in my gut- I was giving myself an ulcer!
I quit the next day- told them to mail me my check as I was never, ever going back in that place.
My current legal job has me surrounded by the morally challenged in a Dickens-like sweat shop. But only 2 days left till sweet freedom of a cool new job. Woo Hoo! 
A little over 4 years. I didn’t want the job when I took it, but a friend of mine was doing the hiring and talked me into it. Then they started paying me so much that I wanted to stay and make money. I did learn some good skills there, but on the whole, the job was dull, the people I worked with were dull, and my manager was an idiot.
Seven months.
The job was Accountant and Human Resources clerk for a smallish hotel. The new management started a month earlier and got rid of everyone. I received about 4 hours of training on how to do the work (which, you’d think, was fairly important). I was paid $10 an hour. There were no benefits and no raises allowed…not even free coffee or pop. I floundered my way through the mess left by the previous workers by doing what seemed logical, and then getting reamed by my supervisors and the corporate accountant when it wasnt correct. When they decided to move the Front Office Manager to work the evening shift, they didnt tell me that they assumed I could watch the desk for an hour while the clerk went to lunch. So, there was an hour out of my day when I couldnt even do my job, and I didnt get a lunch break myself.
One day, the accountant from the other property in town popped in to ask me to document my procedures and my tasks etc. I wrote a very detailed outline of what I did all day. A few days later, they accused me of stealing cash from the safe and fired me.
One day. Telemarketing (actually, calling for donations for a college).
Before that – two weeks at a factory making refractory cement. I’d have quit sooner if I could have honorably done so. Their lack of safety procedures (not to mention the oppressive noise – and no earplugs or ear covers!) scared the heck out of me.
Two and a half years working in a doctor’s office while working on my MBA. What a nincompoop he was.
Then thirteen months working for the Evil Company. Another one where being fired was the best thing that could have happened. It enabled me to get this job, where I’ve been for four and a half years and love.
[checks calendar] Four years and counting . . .