(January 9, 2016 at 1:55 pm)Mermaid Wrote: I am filled with dread almost every day thinking about working.
I take zoloft, which helps cut down on the anxiety quite a bit, which is directly related to my job, that is clear. It's not so much the career, but the company I work for.
I fucking hate it. I am 53 and have 24 years with the company, so I'd be a moron to quit right now. The only solution is to win the lottery.
Do you like what you do? Tolerate? Dislike? Hate with the fiery passion of the sun?
I'm a security guard in a place in the middle of the countryside, sometimes I wonder if the place even needs guarding.
The stress level of the job is pretty much 0 out of 10. We get good break times, varied jobs, it's in the countryside so a patrol is just like a nice walk through the countryside, there's badgers, cats, foxes and a family of pheasant birds who the truck drivers feed in the yard.
The boredom levels could reach levels of causing insanity if you don't break the rules, but everyone in the company does break the rules which means we sit around watching youtube, films and reading books a lot. So the boredom is about a 7 out of 10.
A few times there's been some heated political or religious arguments, all the black people working there seem to be hardcore Christian, every Pakistani seems to be Muslim.
I want to move to a job that gets more money soon, I'm 31 and I've been working in this job, and security overall for about half a year.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
