Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Nobody remembers their favorite tax law.

I am at work.

It is 8:30 at night.

And what's the REASON I am at work at 8:30 at night? One word: Budget.

Alternatively: Bureaucracy.

Never have I been so sure that this kind of work is all wrong for me. I go home depressed and dread having to wake up and come back. But I need this job and the money and benefits it provides. And I like the people I work with. Everyone is really friendly and helpful and funny and they all agree that there are aspects of our work that are just awful. Like when we have to stay late and wait by the phones just in case we're needed. And I can tell you right now that none of the people who are requiring us to be here so late have even stopped to consider that their schedule might be affecting the lives of anyone other than themselves. Call me crazy, but I just don't see the sense in working somewhere that I don't feel at least remotely valuable.

Next time I get a job, I think it will be in teaching. People remember their favorite teachers, man.

1 comment:

Antique Mommy said...

I always say if you want a job that really impacts the life of a human, be a teacher or a nurse. The rest of us just push paper. I haven't worked for a long time but I remember feeling the way you describe. I also remember loving the health insurance. And the income.