Office Space
I freelance for a magazine and intern at the Tribune but to keep a steady flow of income I must suffer day in and day out at a job that chips away at my creative muse by the minute. Working in the accounts receivable department at that will just remain nameless is mind-numbing.
You’re stuck in a grey cube all day with personal décor that just might cheer you up but as you slowly drift off into a stupor, your boss comes by and makes a horrible joke reminding you of where you really are. I really shouldn’t be complaining as much considering the economy is horrible and I’m lucky to have a job period. However…my lazy, good-for-nothing boss makes it very difficult to appreciate my time being there.
My fellow co-workers don’t make things any more enjoyable either. I keep my complaints to myself however others choose to spread the misery around.
Top 5 Reasons Why I Hate My Job
1.) It’s a food trap. If you walk in and wonder why more than half of the employees are on Weight Watchers…just look over at the table near the printer at 7a.m. and you will find an array of cookies and a cake for someone’s birthday.
2.) My boss calls me “kid”. Yes, I’m the youngest one there by at least a good 10-15 years but come on…I have a name…
3.) Hundreds of credit files magically appear on my desk to file because my boss is too lazy to do it himself. I’d be surprised if he actually knew where the filing room was.
4.) In the morning you hear the same story at least five times when one person is making the rounds and talking to everyone in the department about their eventful night of watching Survivor or American Idol.
5.) Hearing one particular co-worker yell at her daughters over the phone…until they soundproof cubicle walls, this needs to stop.
