Feh

Jul 11, 2008 20:11

I have sick-building syndrome, they wont cut my hours down to 10 - despite me telling them I can't work more than that, I can't come out because I'm afraid that I will be beat up/bullied by the homophobic (so definitely transphobic) workforce. Also people like touching me on the shoulder, I don't. People who work there tell me they love me that creeps the heck out of me - these people are in their 30s and above, I don't like being told that they love me.

I enjoy my job, I've inherited my dad's love of providing excellent customer service and I enjoy the wonderful people who are nice and polite etc. But I hate the people who work there. No doubt I'm being too picky but fuck it, I don't feel safe, I don't feel motivated or happy with going to work, it goes against my beliefs actually working there. I must have been so damn desperate to have gone through with actually getting this job. This Sunday I quit, it is a shame that there aren't any other jobs, but hell I would rather get the 20 weeks vocational work experience I need then have to go to my stupid McJob which for the reference I did not: "Make McFriends", "Notice McOppertunties" and so on.

So I guess I will just go back to doing odd jobs and try to find a new job, which I will apply to under the name of Ethan regardless of it not being my male name.

deep thoughts, work

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