Take this job and mildy push it

I’ve been coming into work the last few weeks and absolutely hating it. This is not good for many reason, but mostly because I don’t want o be one of those bitter old guys who hates there job so much so today I need to remind myself why this job is pretty good and not
nearly as bad as most of the other jobs I’ve had in my storied professional life.

First and foremost, this is not fast food or manual labor and that alone makes it one of the better jobs ever. Really the only things I truly don’t like about this job are the hours (12:30-9:30pm with Friday and Sunday off) and that it’s been non-stop crazy busy for
almost the entire year with no signs of slowing down. I’m also not a big fan of the selling stats they force us to maintain or the other general office crap that goes on, but those aren’t day-to-day things like the hours and days off are.

So right there I think I’m talked myself into not being miserable for most of the day. One of the other things about this job that I like best is that I can get quite a bit of writing done if I want to. I haven’t been all that productive lately, averaging about 500 words
every few days, but that’s mostly been due to laziness and frustration with the writing itself, nothing to do with my actual job.

I get to wear jeans and t-shirts to work which is pretty cool, though sometimes I wish I was actually in a traditional office environment where I got to dress up a little more, but really, quibble quibble.

So tell me about yourself. I know most of you don’t have dream jobs and most of you don’t have horrible jobs, so how do you make it through day after day with a job that’s just, meh?

5 thoughts on “Take this job and mildy push it

  1. Well, when I was still working, the thing that sustained me most was looking at the coworkers who were likewise doing creative things with the rest of their time. All of them were in bands (two guys I worked with directly were in one; two other guys in another part of the office were in another) and I thought it was so cool that they went straight home to write music after work. That kept me going until I figured out how to go freelance, and I still think of them… at least one of the bands still plays locally, too!

  2. Manual labour – man, I had a lot of those jobs. Loading/unloading trucks on the night shift. I thought security guard was fantastic, I got to sit down (I spent almost ten years taking classes part time to get an English Lit degree – I now think that was a mistake). About fifteen years ago I started working on movie sets in Toronto – that sounds fun, doesn’t it? Once in a while it was. Most of the time I was nostalgic for security guard in an empty building. But I did sort of work my way up to screenwriter on a couple of very low budget action movies.

    Then, nine years ago my first son was born and I became a stay-at-home dad. There’s even an acronym for it, SAHD (draw out the a and frown a little when you say it). Most days I felt that if it was a job I would have been fired. But when my son napped I’d write. Now my sons are nine and seven and in school all day (they come home for lunch, my friend called me the Mac Daddy of grilled cheese) and I’m making as much writing as I would after paying for all the day care and babysitting and transportation and other expenses involved with going out to work (well, my kind of very low paying work, anyway).

    My goal is to make as much as a writer as a high school teacher makes.

    Or a kindergarden teacher.

    Maybe an unlicensed day care worker.

    Oh come on, I’d settle for what a babysitter makes.

  3. If your job is unfulfilling you gotta have a hobby, like writing or programming (or both!). If you’re lucky somethat that will be your job.

  4. I was a teacher’s assistant in a school for children who’d been taken away from their families for some reason–usually violence against them or their own acts of violence. The day a ten year old pulled a knife he had whittled down from a twig outside and threatened another kid with it was my last.

  5. When I was doing sucky jobs before getting paid to write, I found that the level of misery at each job was in direct proportion to how much (or little) I was writing during those days.

    The more writing I was doing, the less my jobs sucked.

    The times when I got frustrated with what was (or wasn’t) coming out of my pen or keyboard, and slowed down my output, were always the times when my jobs sucked the most.

    I had one awful job for a whole summer that I only remember fondly because I did really cool writing during that time. If I sit and really think about that job, I realize how terrible it was. But whenever I casually think back, or it pops into my head, my memory is always, “That wasn’t so bad. That’s when I wrote ____.”

    More writing = less job sucking.

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