Same shit, different day....
My days are getting increasingly more boring. The novelty of my job has officially worn off, lovely though my colleagues are the ‘dumb as a box of rocks’ customer element is slowly beginning to kill me. I know all I seem to do is whinge about them, but really, they drive me mad. I need to do something spectacular with my career. I might not be the world greatest academic, but I know I’m meant for bigger things. I’m trying too, I’m always on the lookout for new opportunities and I’m always trying to create them too. Some of which have paid off, or at least look like they might.
When I say I’m destined for bigger things I don’t mean fame and fortune, I’m just aiming to put myself in a position where I can shine, doing what I love to do. I’m a believer in doing things that you want to do because they are what make you tick. I struggle to comprehend the notion of doing a job you hate, working with people you dislike. It’s such an odd concept, but thousands do it. You wouldn’t live in area you don’t like, or drive a car that you thought was horrible. You’d never go for a meal and order something that makes your stomach churn. So why subject yourself to it? I also can’t cope with people claiming that they are in their predicament because they are under-qualified, that’s all nonsense. I’m 22 and the only certificate I have is the one that says I’m alive. But that doesn’t make me thick…well, maybe a little, but my girlie assures me it’s endearing.
I have a good job now, even though I may be tiring of it. And I have always had good jobs come to think of it. Maybe one or two that I’d rather not mention, but nothing heinous. Everything I have now, both personally and professionally, I’ve gained through persistence and telling myself that I can have it. And that’s why I’m going to be something special one day. Because I know I can, and god dammit I will.
As long as I keep going the way I am, making opportunities and such, I should be all right. I seem to have it firmly printed in my brain, so it’d be wrong to stop.
If not, I think Asda are looking for shelf stackers.
When I say I’m destined for bigger things I don’t mean fame and fortune, I’m just aiming to put myself in a position where I can shine, doing what I love to do. I’m a believer in doing things that you want to do because they are what make you tick. I struggle to comprehend the notion of doing a job you hate, working with people you dislike. It’s such an odd concept, but thousands do it. You wouldn’t live in area you don’t like, or drive a car that you thought was horrible. You’d never go for a meal and order something that makes your stomach churn. So why subject yourself to it? I also can’t cope with people claiming that they are in their predicament because they are under-qualified, that’s all nonsense. I’m 22 and the only certificate I have is the one that says I’m alive. But that doesn’t make me thick…well, maybe a little, but my girlie assures me it’s endearing.
I have a good job now, even though I may be tiring of it. And I have always had good jobs come to think of it. Maybe one or two that I’d rather not mention, but nothing heinous. Everything I have now, both personally and professionally, I’ve gained through persistence and telling myself that I can have it. And that’s why I’m going to be something special one day. Because I know I can, and god dammit I will.
As long as I keep going the way I am, making opportunities and such, I should be all right. I seem to have it firmly printed in my brain, so it’d be wrong to stop.
If not, I think Asda are looking for shelf stackers.
posted by Chris at 4:51 AM
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