I work for at the corporate headquarters for the world’s largest eyecare company. And it is a bland existence, indeed. I have an idea that there is creativity spewing from some corner of the building…but not from where I sit. I am in customer relations…at least that is the nice way of saying that I deal with complaints.
Now I realize that the reaction is probably different for every unique individual. But for me…This job is an ulcer in a can. Bad hours…poor relief. I go in during morning rush hour. I leave during afternoon rush hour. And then, for nine hours, I listen to and document people’s, for lack of a more pertinent word, “bitchings.”
And do not get me wrong…I agreed to this job voluntarily. I am not placing blame. Just expressing my gross disgust for this job. Anyway…I am applying for a transfer. Just so those of you that read this don’t hate me for my bitterness. I am trying to remedy this problem.
Even so……………….
If I do get out of this position, there is still an infinite number of people stuck there, globally. And some may like it. But for all those people working in a job that makes them feel sick…just don’t bother. There is always a job that you can handle (although it may not be your ultimate goal). Keep striving towards your dreams, and take as little grief as possible along the way.
–Jon