Macrolog
My Job is Driving Me Mental
I haven’t written here in a while.
I haven’t had the energy to focus my thoughts.
My job is driving me mental.
I haven’t had a day off since last week, when I had one, and my next day - only one day - is on Friday. People who work weekdays 9-to-5 don’t know how good they have it.
I have the utmost contempt for the general public, as I have mentioned here before, but my misanthropy has been magnified umpteen times in the last few weeks. My job is killing my brain cells. One of the things I hate the most is not being able to say to an idiot, ‘Look, you’re an idiot, get out of my face’. Not that I’d do such a thing if I was wasn’t working there, but it would be better to know that I could without any repercussions, like getting fired.
Also, I do not like _______. He’s creepy and a bad person and not someone I want to work for for much longer.
I want to quit right now. However I cannot, at present, afford the luxury of handing in my notice tomorrow and locking myself in my room with my books and my writing pad and my computer for the next three months.
So today I formulated a plan to improve my mental health. Starting immediately, I am on the lookout for a job that has some value - whether relating to what I studied at university (I would love to spend even just a few weeks working in a library; in fact, doing so is a prerequisite for doing an MA or MLitt in Information Studies/Science) or something that has some redeeming cultural value (a bookstore like Waterstones - which may be a chain store, but it’s quiet like a library).
Or really, anything to get away from the fucking hordes of idiots who stampede through Dublin city centre, day in day out, taking out their petty bullshit problems and inferiority/superiority complexes on (mostly) undeserving sales assistants everywhere. Basically, I want to work somewhere where the idiot quotient (or ‘tard factor, as I’ve heard it referred to elsewhere) is significantly lower. I know that I will never be able to completely escape from the hell that is other people, so lower - rather than zero - will have to do.
If I don’t find another job by the end of January, I’m quitting anyway. I should have enough money saved up by then to pay tuition fees, do some budget travelling, and live off of for the better part of a year at least.
Oh, and write lots. Lots and lots. And then more.
Wed 02 Oct 2002 at 19:29 ·
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You are reading My Job is Driving Me Mental, a Macrolog entry by MacDara Conroy. It is filed under Generalia, and was published in October 2002.
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