Stress
I have an overwhelming need to vent a few things that I can't really discuss in RL or go anywhere near Facebook with. So... aren't you all lucky?
Politics: Yeah, I'm over it. I don't know about anyone else but I'm shaving my Facebook on the regular based on the need for Tom, Dick and Harriet Shitforbrains to spew whatever political rhetoric that pops into their pea brains all over Facebook. 1. If I agree with you the chances are high that your heavy handed parrot act will just irritate me. 2. If I disagree with you I'm absolutely certain that you don't want to hear what I have to say. You think you'll change my mind with hasty, misleading and usually unresearched garbage. Stretched and twisted into something that looks like facts. No thanks.
Job: the one I have sucks. I'm grossly underpaid and they are pretty shameless about overworking me. I'm just about done begging for hours from a company that clearly doesn't care that they pay me the same amount to do 3 times as much work as the rest of their wage slaves. I have had one manager out of 10 try to guilt me into feeling like a traitor that I'm shopping myself around. That should tell the holdout something but it doesn't. She will feel surprised and probably unfairly blindsided by my resignation when I find something higher paying. I'm over that too, I'm pretty sure she's the reason my job sucks as hard as it does, and if any other individual were in her position most of the problems we have with scheduling and morale would disappear.
Job opportunities: OMG I'm tired of looking for work I'm tired of hunting websites and newspaper listings. I'm sick of applications and I'm sick of interviews. I'm tired of getting the impression that I'm about to get an offer only to get nothing. I'm tired of the application process for police dispatcher, and I'm not only sick but losing sleep over this one. I want it, and I don't let myself want them anymore. I can imagine myself doing this, and I don't let myself fantasize about them anymore. I can't believe I'm still in the running for this and I have another interview in this never ending process next week. Even if it's a real job and not just a hiring pool it might not start until next year. Ugh. I don't know why I put myself through this.
I need to put myself back on a minimum ration of rum and cola before bed.
Politics: Yeah, I'm over it. I don't know about anyone else but I'm shaving my Facebook on the regular based on the need for Tom, Dick and Harriet Shitforbrains to spew whatever political rhetoric that pops into their pea brains all over Facebook. 1. If I agree with you the chances are high that your heavy handed parrot act will just irritate me. 2. If I disagree with you I'm absolutely certain that you don't want to hear what I have to say. You think you'll change my mind with hasty, misleading and usually unresearched garbage. Stretched and twisted into something that looks like facts. No thanks.
Job: the one I have sucks. I'm grossly underpaid and they are pretty shameless about overworking me. I'm just about done begging for hours from a company that clearly doesn't care that they pay me the same amount to do 3 times as much work as the rest of their wage slaves. I have had one manager out of 10 try to guilt me into feeling like a traitor that I'm shopping myself around. That should tell the holdout something but it doesn't. She will feel surprised and probably unfairly blindsided by my resignation when I find something higher paying. I'm over that too, I'm pretty sure she's the reason my job sucks as hard as it does, and if any other individual were in her position most of the problems we have with scheduling and morale would disappear.
Job opportunities: OMG I'm tired of looking for work I'm tired of hunting websites and newspaper listings. I'm sick of applications and I'm sick of interviews. I'm tired of getting the impression that I'm about to get an offer only to get nothing. I'm tired of the application process for police dispatcher, and I'm not only sick but losing sleep over this one. I want it, and I don't let myself want them anymore. I can imagine myself doing this, and I don't let myself fantasize about them anymore. I can't believe I'm still in the running for this and I have another interview in this never ending process next week. Even if it's a real job and not just a hiring pool it might not start until next year. Ugh. I don't know why I put myself through this.
I need to put myself back on a minimum ration of rum and cola before bed.