I hate my job so much.
I mean, most of us do but...jesus christ. I appreciate the fact it pays well, I appreciate the fact I'm union and have reasonably good job security, I have good benefits, all of which are wonderful and I'm grateful for it after a lifetime of shit jobs with lousy pay.
But oh my dear god this is the most miserable work I've ever done. I wasn't promised this. I was promised I'd be helping people, doing something useful and helping people who needed it.
Instead, all day everyday I deal with the dregs of society. Junkies, criminals, murderers, lowlives, ungrateful, rude, mean, ignorant beasts...spitting and and spewing and rambling and swearing and insulting and incoherence...garbage people from garbage island. All. Goddamn. Day. Every. Day. And management only makes it worse. Rules that constantly change, new ways to do shit every day, something changes everyday, that thing we told you to differently than you been doing it for years yesterday, we're going to tell you to do it differently today and here's some other shit that we're changing, too...Don't forget your TPS reports!
I hate this job. I hate these people. I'm stuck here, too. The pay is such that I can't go anywhere else without dropping back to half what I'm making now. Only way out is the inevitable heart attack.
Fuck this job. Fuck these people. Fuck my life.