Dear Job

A Rant:
I have a strong dislike for my job.  It didn't start out that way though, we had our moments of laughter and happiness.  It was like a brand new relationship, both of us presenting our best selves, but that relationship was an illusion.  Before too long the job began to show its true colors.  Disorganization, no communication, hypocrisy and blatant disregard for certain regulations were becoming more and more common.  I tried my hardest to keep it together, but it has become apparent that I need to cut myself free from this toxic relationship.  I wish I could say "It's not you, it's me" but that would be lying and I'd hate to be untruthful.  It is time for me to move on to a healthier, more stable work environment.  Don't hate me, Job, this really would be the best for the both of us, I learned a lot from you and hope I have impacted you as well.  I wish you all the best...but mostly hope the best for me:)

Okay, I know that probably reads pretty silly but it was fun to write.  It's all truth.  I work at a (CENSORED, to protect the innocent or the guilty).  The office/management gets an F for their lack of quality communication with their staff and an F- for how they treat their "valuable" employees.  Recently, the powers that be, moved me out of my room and stuck me in hell.  Ok so maybe it really isn't hell but my easy-going happiness has lessened over this past week so it's pretty darn close.  I didn't want Sunday to end because it meant that this week was going to happen.  I only worked 3 hours today.  I had the option to stay later but didn't take it.  THAT'S HOW MUCH I CAN'T STAND TO BE THERE, I'D RATHER LEAVE THAN MAKE MONEY!  Whew, that was pretty intense there.  Sorry about that folks. Needless to say, I'm in the market for a new means of money-making.  And I thought graduating would solve the employment problem.  Hahaha, so funny:)