Sometimes I find myself wondering what I would do if I didn't have a job in my current career. I love to write, but not everyone gets my sarcastic overtones. I like to sleep, but I don't know anyone who would pay me to do that. For the longest time I thought I would like a job in HR. I thought I could help people through their problems at work and everyone would live happily ever after.
Then I woke up. I would never be able to have a job in HR. People start telling me their minor little problems now and I want to tell them to put on their big girl panties and deal with it. Compassion does not come easily to me in the workplace. Maybe because former bosses have dealt with my whining by handing me a box of tissues, telling me to grow up or simply pretending the conversation about my unhappiness never even happened. I am a firm believer that if you don't like your job, you shouldn't be allowed to complain about it unless you are looking for another one. Even then, you shouldn't complain about it to your coworkers - it's a tough world out there and someone else may be happy to do your job with a good attitude.
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