Well, sure. You're a supervisor. Of course you like your job.
I am adamantly averse to having people tell me what to do. Really, I think that's somewhat natural to humans, in general. Me. It destroys my soul to have to work under someone. Boss is Latin for master. Even if they're okay sups. Even if they give me space; it's still so angering and depressing to know that I am essentially controlled, coerced in to doing--even when I feel the more soul crushing despondency of bipolar. Getting permission to not go in on days when I literally feel like dying? you, , I work my asses ass off 8-11 hours a day sometimes with *one* ten minute break.
Can't even give me a ing 30 minute lunch break. -.- So, obviously, I lack energy towards the end of the night, because 10 minutes is about enough to eat a banana and not much else. So, not only am I off and depressed, at the end of the night I'm shaky with low blood sugar.
Do I mind the job? No. Not most of the time. So long as people leave me the alone--especially supervisors--and let me do my job in peace. That's not to say it's not sometimes fun loading with other people.
Sometimes working up a sweat is fun. Seeing how fast I can go or how good of a wall I can build. Getting better at it as time goes by. But, ultimately, the *need* for a job is what kills me. As for this job, I do it because it has benefits and better pay than anywhere else I could get atm. It's not because I like doing it. If I had it my way, I wouldn't have any job.
In fact, actually, if I had it my way, people would invest in *me*, teaching me some skills I actually *did* enjoy. But, instead, I have to invest in *them* in order to do that. I have to work.
If it weren't for the union, I sure as hell wouldn't do it.
Anyways. -.-
you should read a book called "Your Money or Your Life" and it sounds like you should start your own business before you have a stroke. don't take this the wrong way. I have been told that myself.Well, sure. You're a supervisor. Of course you like your job.
I am adamantly averse to having people tell me what to do. Really, I think that's somewhat natural to humans, in general. Me. It destroys my soul to have to work under someone. Boss is Latin for master. Even if they're okay sups. Even if they give me space; it's still so angering and depressing to know that I am essentially controlled, coerced in to doing--even when I feel the more soul crushing despondency of bipolar. Getting permission to not go in on days when I literally feel like dying? you, , I work my asses ass off 8-11 hours a day sometimes with *one* ten minute break.
Can't even give me a ing 30 minute lunch break. -.- So, obviously, I lack energy towards the end of the night, because 10 minutes is about enough to eat a banana and not much else. So, not only am I off and depressed, at the end of the night I'm shaky with low blood sugar.
Do I mind the job? No. Not most of the time. So long as people leave me the alone--especially supervisors--and let me do my job in peace. That's not to say it's not sometimes fun loading with other people.
Sometimes working up a sweat is fun. Seeing how fast I can go or how good of a wall I can build. Getting better at it as time goes by. But, ultimately, the *need* for a job is what kills me. As for this job, I do it because it has benefits and better pay than anywhere else I could get atm. It's not because I like doing it. If I had it my way, I wouldn't have any job.
In fact, actually, if I had it my way, people would invest in *me*, teaching me some skills I actually *did* enjoy. But, instead, I have to invest in *them* in order to do that. I have to work.
If it weren't for the union, I sure as hell wouldn't do it.
Anyways. -.-
Well, sure. You're a supervisor. Of course you like your job.
I am adamantly averse to having people tell me what to do. Really, I think that's somewhat natural to humans, in general. Me. It destroys my soul to have to work under someone. Boss is Latin for master. Even if they're okay sups. Even if they give me space; it's still so angering and depressing to know that I am essentially controlled, coerced in to doing--even when I feel the more soul crushing despondency of bipolar. Getting permission to not go in on days when I literally feel like dying? you, , I work my asses ass off 8-11 hours a day sometimes with *one* ten minute break.
Can't even give me a ing 30 minute lunch break. -.- So, obviously, I lack energy towards the end of the night, because 10 minutes is about enough to eat a banana and not much else. So, not only am I off and depressed, at the end of the night I'm shaky with low blood sugar.
Do I mind the job? No. Not most of the time. So long as people leave me the alone--especially supervisors--and let me do my job in peace. That's not to say it's not sometimes fun loading with other people.
Sometimes working up a sweat is fun. Seeing how fast I can go or how good of a wall I can build. Getting better at it as time goes by. But, ultimately, the *need* for a job is what kills me. As for this job, I do it because it has benefits and better pay than anywhere else I could get atm. It's not because I like doing it. If I had it my way, I wouldn't have any job.
In fact, actually, if I had it my way, people would invest in *me*, teaching me some skills I actually *did* enjoy. But, instead, I have to invest in *them* in order to do that. I have to work.
If it weren't for the union, I sure as hell wouldn't do it.
Anyways. -.-
If you actually knew the crap PT Sups get from higher management you would change your view on that. Don't forget, if someone on my sort screw up I catch the flak for it.Well, sure. You're a supervisor. Of course you like your job.
Just bring your cherry lube with you everyday and youll be fine. Hurts when they first stick it in, after a while you get used to it lmfao.I love the money but I hate coming to work not knowing what route I'm on.
Just a thought here, speaking out loud, I might be able scrap up some Xanax if ya need it!
I do but it happens like once every 5 years.I dont.