My job Sucks.

I hate my job. There I’ve said it. I don’t like it. I don’t like my customers. I don’t like how all the power player owners think there so awesome because they have companys that make money. I hate the egos. I hate how I’m pressured and threatened with getting sued all the time. I hate how I work for my family. I work in one little room and have to listen to right winged politics all day long. I listen to my brother and dad banter about US politics and how Obama is driving the free world into the ground. I do like coming to work. My walk to work is about 21 steps. That’s awesome. Everything else I don’t really like.

I don’t get training. I have to figure everything out. That’s fine. The only problem is if I’m stuck working on trying to figure out how to work ALC rules on a Cisco for a long time I get my hours cut. I love being commission only. It’s awesome. I love no holiday pay for what I do. I do get a very high commission rate for the hours that I work. Oh, but if I don’t bill any hours on a slow day or I work on something I’ve never done before I get my hours cut.

I am not a shitty computer tech. Every computer job I’ve ever had I have risen to the top. When I was in London I aced ever computer test at ever computer job I have ever had. I am not going on this rant because I am so good at computers. I really feel that I know little compared to everyone else. My job is just about high stress levels and no money. It’s fucking awesome. Almost every day I work my stress levels peak to the point that I want to kill myself. No joke, when I get high levels of stress I freak out.

Really, what am I to do? Everyone I talk to says “it’s hard to find a job in this economy” and yes, you are correct. It is fucking hard. When I was in London I had a shitty time. I honestly feel like I should rewind my life back to when I was living with L and M and working for my old computer company. I was having such a good time.

Now I bitch and rant on the internet.

Awesome.

-df