My Experience
Last year, I was working in a job that I truly hated. At least, Ithought I hated it. I would come home after a long day at school, and Iwould have to mentally prepare myself to go to work. I dreaded this job somuch that I actually didn't want school to end on certain days because thatmeant I had to be at work in a few hours! And while most people lookedforward to their weekends, I silently dreaded mine, because rather than beout with my friends, I had to be stuck in a department store. You're probably wondering what was so awful about this job for it tocause me such stress. Was it the people with whom I worked' No, Iactually got along great with everyone. From the day I started my job, theother employees (some who were my age, and some who were a bit older) wereall very nice, welcoming, and extremely friendly. They were also helpful;if I ever had a problem, I knew right away that I didn't have to hesitateto ask them to lend me a hand. For instance, on my third day there, I wasfolding clothes when a customer approached me and asked me where I couldfind a certain pair of pants. I was still very new to the store and wasn'tsure where everything was, and before I had the chance to
The only thing I could think aboutwas finding a "real" job where I could learn "real" skills. So two weeks later, I started my first real job, and three weekslater, the word "misery" took on new meaning. She told me, in a very curt voice, that he was in meetings all dayand that I'd be lucky if I caught a glimpse of him at the vending machine(I never did see him once that summer). Let me tell you about myfirst day: I arrived at the office and asked the secretary for my friend'sfather. By now I'm sure you can see what a great work environment I was luckyenough to be in; unfortunately, at the time, I didn't see anything luckyabout it. Perhaps an office job or something else that wasmeaningful. So guess what else I did that summer besides filing, taking messages,and pouring coffee' I made a "realization" about life. So, if it wasn't the people, was it my managers who were causing mesuch misery' Actually, no, it wasn't them either. I guess he could see from my expression that Iwas unhappy about this, so he asked me if I'd be interested working in hisoffice over the summer. This meant no weekends! This meant I would stillhave my afternoons in the summer! This was too good to be true. So I know how to fold clothes and tend cash-big deal! Was Ilearning any skills that I could use later on in my life' The way I sawit, no way. Even though the people were great, I somehow felt very trapped,like the job didn't mean anything, and like it wasn't going to lead meanywhere. I would wish over and over again that I could simply quit this joband find a new job.
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