So, I hate my job.
In my search to discover what it is I want to do I have found many, many people that feel the same.
I know what I want to do now, and I am working towards it, things are looking up.
But what I want to know is what do you do? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Are working towards something else? Can you tell me your worst job? Or you best? The most interesting person you've worked with? Or the least interesting person... you know that guy...
two thirds of the working population are looking for a change at any one time - so they say.....
what is your passion - your purpose - can you match those with your work life, and still make a living.
So many cliches' around work -
Bottom line - maybe finding your satisfaction and meaning in life is outside the work place and your job is simply a means to earn money to pursue other passions.
I work for myself - and that is no easy task - at times I hate my boss
passion - purpose
that's the key.
I work for myself too. I know what you mean about having a love/hate relationship with the boss.
I'd say my worst job is a tie between my temp job of stacking cartons of juice for 12 hours a day, and being a kids soccer referee. The first was bad because it was just a filler job for the summer that I did to stay busy, getting minimum wage for a job that is designed to be monotonous. As for being a ref, you really don't want to know how ugly parents can get over some seven and eight year-olds kicking a ball around. Some believe that they are always justified in blaming you for their team doing poorly or for they simply have a colossal problem with authority.
For three summers I was an umpire for tball with the local Y. Yes, parents can really, really suck
Through high school and college I was a soccer referee. The worst part was that the parents had absolutely no idea what the laws of the game were. They wanted something safe and assumed soccer was the way to go. Then they would go completely bat shit when little Johnny ended up on the ground and they began yelling at me because they assumed there must have been a foul.
The parents were terrible but I love soccer and I loved begin a soccer ref. One of my fondest memories was when I was reffing a game for 7 & 8 year olds. One player got the ball and broke away toward goal which wasn't too uncommon since there were usually two or three kids who were better and faster than everyone else. Now it is just him and the keeper as he is going toward the right side of the goal. He gets about 10 yards from the goal with only the keeper to beat and calmly slides the ball across the face of the goal as one of his teammates one times it into the back side of the goal. This was small town Texas in the early to mid 90's and that was totally unexpected from a game of 8 year olds. I almost had a single tear squeeze out of one eye it was so beautiful.
My grandfathers didn't like their work. They built good lives with family, friends, and hobbies.
My parents love their work (medicine and teaching), but they always remind me that that fate is a gift. It's not something we should expect or that we're entitled to.
I started a new job a few months ago, in the same industry, doing similar work as where I was before. I didn't realize how bad things were with my old job until I settled into the new place. The bad stuff was managers who just couldn't remember what they or anyone else was working on, who got huffy if someone was in the restroom when they were looking for him (or worse, out of the office entirely - like at a doctor's appointment), and lots of shifting expectations never clearly set out.
A lot of what's good about the new job is I decided I wouldn't continue bad habits. I'd push for clear expectations. I bought a whole new work wardrobe so I'm more physically comfortable. (It's more formal, but warmer.) I wouldn't see my bosses as scary people, but as captains of the same team. While the new commute is worse, it's more flexible, which gives me 2 minutes in the morning to take medicine if I need to, which I didn't give myself before, resulting in worse headaches.
It is incredible how much the people you work with effect you. It could the most boring job in the world, but if the people are good it doesn't seem bad.
I agree people can be the deal maker or the deal breaker regardless of the work.
I'll add another hates-her-job story, due to some other comments.
My mother-in-law switched careers in her 50s. She had a masters in engineering and worked on government contracts with a top-secret clearance. I guess she was laid off. She looked at her options and realized respiratory therapy was a high-demand niche in the ever-growing healthcare field. So, she signed up for the necessary certification classes. She fought the college when they wanted her to take remedial math, then she laughed at the textbooks, which were the operators manuals for devices comparable to what she used to design. But, she finished. Then when the offers came in, she crunched the numbers and figured working for a public hospital had lower hourly pay, but really good retirement benefits, even after 5-10 years ('cause she obviously wasn't putting in another 20-30 years of work).
She doesn't like her job, but it provides her a comfortable living, secure retirement, opportunity to travel, and sense of satisfaction.
To paraphrase a statement I saw recently, "Most people dislike their jobs. That's why the bosses have to pay folks to do the jobs."