Thursday, June 01, 2006
When a Good Job Goes Bad - Part Deux
So my attempt to live life carefree lasted about 3 1/2 days before hitting a brick wall this afternoon. I went over my future job responsibilities this afternoon with my fellow co-worker (I am adding his shit job to my current crap job responsibilities) and all I can say is: Wow! This is some real mindless shit! A robot could do this pointless paper-pushing job.
For the last year, my job has put my career aspirations on hold, because my current responsibilities are in no way any type of experience that the rest of my department (or my industry for that matter) values for promotions. But my real complaint is that this shit is robbing me of my motivation, of my creativity and of my imagination. Smoking weed would do me more good than working here. I would still lose the motivation factor, but my creativity and imagination probably increase.
More on this later.
For the last year, my job has put my career aspirations on hold, because my current responsibilities are in no way any type of experience that the rest of my department (or my industry for that matter) values for promotions. But my real complaint is that this shit is robbing me of my motivation, of my creativity and of my imagination. Smoking weed would do me more good than working here. I would still lose the motivation factor, but my creativity and imagination probably increase.
