I hate my job.
I’m not special. A study found that nearly 75% of workers have “checked out” of their jobs.
I am one of them.
How did I check out? I’m not in a hurry to check my e-mail. I browse online a little more than I should. I started online shopping again. Every time I see my boss or certain coworkers, I die a little inside. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve cried in my car on my way to work–and more than once.
The novelty of having a full-time job and steady paycheque has worn off. I spend almost 12 hours a day getting ready for work, going to work, working, and then returning home from work. Seriously! Here’s a breakdown of my day.
7:00 am – 7:45 am: Get ready for work.
7:45 am – 9:00 am: Drive to work
9:00 am – 5:00 pm: Work
5:00 pm – 6:00 pm: Drive home from work
The most productive and mentally active parts of my day are spent at work. All I want to do at 6:01 pm is rip off my clothes, shower, stuff my face with food, and lie in front of the t.v., mindlessly drooling. Then, I lie in bed and dread going to sleep, because then I’ll have to wake up and go to work.
I know I’m lucky to have a job. I’m a recent (about 2 years out) grad with nothing more than a simple B.A. I know my peers are struggling. I feel for you guys. As a side note, give me a shout if any of you need help with your resumes!
I’m not a stereotypical millennial brat. I haven’t asked my parents for money since I was like 18. Seriously.
I’m just so bored. I am so understimulated at work. I’m a paper pusher. It seems that my intelligence has plummeted since starting full-time work. And on that note, where has my creativity gone? I don’t have unrealistic expectations, and I certainly don’t expect to save the world. I just want to be interested in my work. I want to learn. I want to grow. I want to see the fruits of my labour, and feel like my life has meaning.
But for now, I’m just a cog in the machine.
Sigh, tomorrow is Monday.