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optom3:
Oh my, I have just finished posting about my bad day.I wish I had read this first, my day was a picnic compare to that guys.I have also been stung  by a jellyfish on my foot. That was  bad enough,I can't begin to imagine how bad he must have felt.Painful in the extreme coupled witha certain loss of any dignity, bad combo.

delalluvia:
I'd trade his bad day for my bad job life anytime.

It's serious physical pain, he can't poop for a few days, he has the humor and sympathy of his boss and co-workers, then he's back to work.

I'll take it, and he can have my spirit-crushing, mind-game playing, few benefits giving grudgingly, pass the buck, petty office-bickering and complete disrespect and unappreciated overwork, kiss up to the overbearing-expect-the-universe-served-on-a-silver-platter-yesterday clients, not-a-day-goes-by-where-you're-not- made-to-feel inadequate, existence. 

injest:

--- Quote from: delalluvia on June 13, 2008, 08:46:12 pm ---I'd trade his bad day for my bad job life anytime.

It's serious physical pain, he can't poop for a few days, he has the humor and sympathy of his boss and co-workers, then he's back to work.

I'll take it, and he can have my spirit-crushing, mind-game playing, few benefits giving grudgingly, pass the buck, petty office-bickering and complete disrespect and unappreciated overwork, kiss up to the overbearing-expect-the-universe-served-on-a-silver-platter-yesterday clients, not-a-day-goes-by-where-you're-not- made-to-feel inadequate, existence. 

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*stands and applauds*

here here....the total despair that nothing will ever improve and you see no way out...

delalluvia:

--- Quote from: injest on June 13, 2008, 09:17:40 pm ---*stands and applauds*

here here....the total despair that nothing will ever improve and you see no way out...

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Heh.  In corporate America it never does.  You just trade one office for another.  That's why this guy's job - underwater oil rig repairing - would be a sigh of relief.  Complete change of career.  :laugh:

BlissC:

--- Quote from: delalluvia on June 13, 2008, 08:46:12 pm ---I'll take it, and he can have my spirit-crushing, mind-game playing, few benefits giving grudgingly, pass the buck, petty office-bickering and complete disrespect and unappreciated overwork, kiss up to the overbearing-expect-the-universe-served-on-a-silver-platter-yesterday clients, not-a-day-goes-by-where-you're-not- made-to-feel inadequate, existence. 

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I used to feel that way about work, but over the past couple of years something's changed. It's not work, because if anything that's got worse, and in the last couple of months on top of the general shit there's been so many new rules and regulations introduced, it's like . Working in a basement doesn't help, because we get no natural light and management work us on the 'mushroom' principle - keep us in the dark and feed us shit. I work in an office where petty office squabbles and power struggles are the norm, where the rest of my team want to go back to how it used to be when they were a separate team (I got merged into a big new super-team along with them and they've made it quite clear I'm the outsider), and they spend most of their time like kids in a playground looking for minor mistakes others in the team have made so they can go squealing to management, bitching about the surveyors in the next office to us all the time.

I've got a degree and post grad qualifications, and outside work I run a small charity - managing the officers committee, project managing, etc. etc, as well as running a large web forum, a medical support site, and managing a team of moderators and site staff, and at work most of the time they have me doing tedious data input and shit a trained monkey could do. Tomorrow I've got my EPD (employee performance development) review meeting with my manager, and I'm afraid she's gonna it it all, both barrels. 

What has changed though is me. It's partly my post-BBM outlook, and partly having gone back after nearly three years off sick, during which time I had brain surgery twice, spinal surgery twice, two DVTs and a pulmonary embolism. It's partly I realised that work's just really not that important in the scheme of things when it comes down to it. I go there for money to pay the bills, but they get out of me what they pay me for and no more. What's changed is that they don't get *me*. I go along everyday like a good little employee, play their games, and do as I'm told (mostly), but the "me" that's there those 8 hours a day isn't the real me. There's usually some soundtrack playing in my head, and I fill those 8 hours doing whatever needs doing with those songs playing in my head. They're never gonna get me though - not the real me. They're never gonna know the real me. They might get glimpses of me (last week as news of my new tattoo's spread through the department, someone down the corridor asked if they could see it, and said "You're a bit of a rebel, aren't you?") but they're never gonna know me and never understand me.

It's taken me a hell of a long time to get here, but I'm at the point now where once those 8 hours are done, they're done. I walk out of that place at 5pm or whatever and I forget about it, and don't think about it until the next morning when I walk back through the door. They don't pay me enough to worry about that place and get anything of me - they just pay me for my time, for being there, and don't appreciate me or respect me enough to get anything else out of me. Their loss. (and yep, over the past couple of years I've turned into a stroppy cow - at least where work's concerned  ;))

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