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(January 10, 2016 at 11:23 pm)Beccs Wrote: Nah. It's the cheapest, nastiest cigar I can find. As a medical 'professional' it would be wrong of me to encourage smoking.
Fair enough, a nasty cheap cigar is better than no cigar at all!
(January 10, 2016 at 4:53 pm)*Deidre* Wrote: A good litmus test in determining how enamored you are with your job/career, is how do you feel on Sunday afternoon/evening, before the work week begins? Are you filled with a sense of dread? That probably means you need a change.
Brings to mind the worst job I ever had. Working twelve hour shifts, no less.
I stayed for one month, and it was the longest of month of my life.
It was the only one that generated a true sense of dread at the thought of returning to work every day. Coming up on the building, just before pulling into the parking lot, literally made me feel like vomiting. Going on break made me feel as if I'd won the state lottery, and returning would often bring me to the verge of tears. I'd had other stressful, demanding jobs, but something about that particular one was unbearable.
As a standard practice, I never quit my previous jobs before I started a new one. I would change shifts, use vacation hours, change to PRN status, or any combination therein, to stay on long enough to ensure that I would transition well into the new job first. It paid off in that instance for certain; I still had a job and steady paycheck, as I resumed my search greener pastures.
(January 10, 2016 at 4:53 pm)*Deidre* Wrote: A good litmus test in determining how enamored you are with your job/career, is how do you feel on Sunday afternoon/evening, before the work week begins? Are you filled with a sense of dread? That probably means you need a change.
Brings to mind the worst job I ever had. Working twelve hour shifts, no less.
I stayed for one month, and it was the longest of month of my life.
It was the only one that generated a true sense of dread at the thought of returning to work every day. Coming up on the building, just before pulling into the parking lot, literally made me feel like vomiting. Going on break made me feel as if I'd won the state lottery, and returning would often bring me to the verge of tears. I'd had other stressful, demanding jobs, but something about that particular one was unbearable.
As a standard practice, I never quit my previous jobs before I started a new one. I would change shifts, use vacation hours, change to PRN status, or any combination therein, to stay on long enough to ensure that I would transition well into the new job first. It paid off in that instance for certain; I still had a job and steady paycheck, as I resumed my search greener pastures.
What was this job? The worst one.
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.
Brings to mind the worst job I ever had. Working twelve hour shifts, no less.
I stayed for one month, and it was the longest of month of my life.
It was the only one that generated a true sense of dread at the thought of returning to work every day. Coming up on the building, just before pulling into the parking lot, literally made me feel like vomiting. Going on break made me feel as if I'd won the state lottery, and returning would often bring me to the verge of tears. I'd had other stressful, demanding jobs, but something about that particular one was unbearable.
As a standard practice, I never quit my previous jobs before I started a new one. I would change shifts, use vacation hours, change to PRN status, or any combination therein, to stay on long enough to ensure that I would transition well into the new job first. It paid off in that instance for certain; I still had a job and steady paycheck, as I resumed my search greener pastures.
January 12, 2016 at 10:05 pm (This post was last modified: January 12, 2016 at 10:06 pm by ignoramus.)
Quote:I like running the farm these days, and while I don't really miss the defense contractor stint, it was interesting. I accidentally put a constraint on a space shuttle launch, once.
Odd feeling walking into the department manager's office and informing him the company might be on the evening news. (we weren't, but I didn't know that at the time).
That sort of thing never happens in a field of soybeans . . . .
Hey Vorls, Do you need to do any business with Monsanto?
I watched a doco of what utter tyrannic cunts they can be when their dictatorial monopoly is threatened.
(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?
You would be a moron to quit a job that you loath to go to everyday just because you've been there a long time? Fuck that shit. Take off the golden handcuffs. You would live another 30 years easy. You really want to waste half that time at a job you hate?
Me, I work seasonally and then take most of the year off of work to travel and peruse other interests.
Gotta pay the bills. How do you finance travel and other interests if you're not working?
If The Flintstones have taught us anything, it's that pelicans can be used to mix cement.
(January 9, 2016 at 2:41 pm)Mermaid Wrote: I absolutely loved my job for years, so I guess I am lucky that way. (I also work in science). I get paid well so I need to suck it up and count my blessings.
Have you said what line of work you are in? (Wouldn't want to blow your cover if the goons from central control might be out on patrol.)
