I was having a really hard time looking for a job when I was unemployed.
I was stuck in a cycle of rejection and depression.
Which obviously wasn't helping with my motivation.
I took the first job offered to me. Which isn't my ideal job.
In fact, there are times I outright hate my job.
But who knows how much longer I would have been unemployed
if I hadn't taken this awful job.
My boyfriend was working there longer than I have been.
He said that they are having a hard time keeping my position filled.
Which doesn't surprise me. It sucks in so many ways.
The worst part is that it is totally unfulfilling.
I keep telling myself that this is just a temporary job.
Until I get something better.
It seems as though I don't have much time to look for other work.
Because I'm too busy working or getting rest for work.
My life seems to be all about work now. Which sucks.
Sure, I'm making some money, but I would rather do something I enjoy.
Or something more useful or appreciated.
Nobody cares about the cleaners. They get the low wrung on the totem pole.
I would like a job where I can learn new skills, use my skills,
do something practical and useful.
Cleaning seems to monotonous. It seems like it is never 'done'
because we keep doing it over and over and over.
Plus, I would like to have the time to catch up on my own chores.
It doesn't seem like the people I am cleaning up after
actually appreciate it, or care, or notice.
Which doesn't do much to motivate me.
Anyway, I know I had to take the first thing that came along.
Even though I really do not want to get 'stuck' in this field.
Sure it is 'easy' but the hard part is getting everything done
in the time given to do it all. No breaks. Just straight through.
If I took breaks like my supervisor tells me to do,
I wouldn't get everything done. I would run out of time.
My break is either using the washroom, punching in, punching out,
walking from one job to the next. Those are my breaks.
Going to work, coming home from work. That is all.
Yes, I would love to sit down for 5 minutes with a glass of water.
The bastards turn the A/C off and the cleaners have to sweat their asses off.
The more you sweat, the more water you have to drink.
But the kicker is that there isn't much time, if any, to drink water.
Not when things still need to get done. It sucks.
But... I had to take this job. It was the only one I could get.
I was stuck in a cycle of rejection and depression.
Which obviously wasn't helping with my motivation.
I took the first job offered to me. Which isn't my ideal job.
In fact, there are times I outright hate my job.
But who knows how much longer I would have been unemployed
if I hadn't taken this awful job.
My boyfriend was working there longer than I have been.
He said that they are having a hard time keeping my position filled.
Which doesn't surprise me. It sucks in so many ways.
The worst part is that it is totally unfulfilling.
I keep telling myself that this is just a temporary job.
Until I get something better.
It seems as though I don't have much time to look for other work.
Because I'm too busy working or getting rest for work.
My life seems to be all about work now. Which sucks.
Sure, I'm making some money, but I would rather do something I enjoy.
Or something more useful or appreciated.
Nobody cares about the cleaners. They get the low wrung on the totem pole.
I would like a job where I can learn new skills, use my skills,
do something practical and useful.
Cleaning seems to monotonous. It seems like it is never 'done'
because we keep doing it over and over and over.
Plus, I would like to have the time to catch up on my own chores.
It doesn't seem like the people I am cleaning up after
actually appreciate it, or care, or notice.
Which doesn't do much to motivate me.
Anyway, I know I had to take the first thing that came along.
Even though I really do not want to get 'stuck' in this field.
Sure it is 'easy' but the hard part is getting everything done
in the time given to do it all. No breaks. Just straight through.
If I took breaks like my supervisor tells me to do,
I wouldn't get everything done. I would run out of time.
My break is either using the washroom, punching in, punching out,
walking from one job to the next. Those are my breaks.
Going to work, coming home from work. That is all.
Yes, I would love to sit down for 5 minutes with a glass of water.
The bastards turn the A/C off and the cleaners have to sweat their asses off.
The more you sweat, the more water you have to drink.
But the kicker is that there isn't much time, if any, to drink water.
Not when things still need to get done. It sucks.
But... I had to take this job. It was the only one I could get.
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