What To Do?
06 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in My Random Life Tags: career, desire, education, funk, job, Life
I have no clue what to do. I think I want to become an editor… Ha! That’s a laugh. Me… an editor. That’s likely to be a waste of time. Or maybe not. I can’t think of things to write, so I may as well critique the work of others. I do enjoy reading, then again I haven’t read much lately as it seems like there is no time, even though there is plenty of time. I sit around on my ass wondering what to do with my day because nothing sounds appealing at all. Everything seems dull, boring, pointless.
Why do I talk like that, it doesn’t help anything. Sounds like depression, probably is, though I’m not sure if I should care or not. Most depression medications just have a list of horrifying side effects like suicidal thoughts, or functional failure of some organ. Lovely! Yep, that makes me want to reach out for help! Give me some Fuckitol please!
I digress…
I’m trying to figure out what to do with myself. I want a career. I want something to look forward to doing everyday instead of dreading going to work at my McJOB. Yeah, that’s me. A pathetic fry scooper, burger flipper, (even though we don’t really FLIP the burgers – they’re cooked on a clam shell grill, that means they are pressed like waffles and cook from both top and bottom.)
While I’m on the subject, I can’t stand it when people make fun of those who work in fast food. I can’t stand people who think that it’s the easiest job in the world and anyone can do it. Do you have any idea how many inbred imbeciles try to work there and don’t last for two days? Well do you? There’s a lot. The employment turnover rate is nothing less than depressing. I hate the fact that there’s no point in learning someone’s name until they’ve lasted for at least two weeks.
Working in fast food requires a great amount of patience. A great deal of common sense. A willingness to have your dignity torn to shreds just to make a buck, honestly I’d rather be a stripper, at least then customers would be admiring me while I work instead of talking down to me like a worthless piece of manure. Anyway… fast food requires a strong back, strong arms and legs. There is much heavy lifting to be done! And by all means, you must be fast! Fast food jobs are challenging. They are not for people who cannot communicate and who refuse to play nice with others.
Fast food sucks. But here’s the kicker, on average, a salaried store manager makes about the same amount as an airplane pilot. I’m serious, go do some research and see for yourself. So if you’re unable to get any kind of college education, or go to a trade school, then it’s the next best thing, as long as you can become a manager… But that’s easier said than done. There is always some backstabbing bitch that is threatened by someone better than themselves who won’t let you get promoted… But I digress…
I want a better job! I’m tired of being tired all the time! I’m tired of answering to a bunch of yuppies who don’t know half as much as I do and were only promoted because they’re professional ass kissers! Being an editor isn’t my dream job, but it’s something I’m good at. It’s something I can actually enjoy and appreciate. It will most likely be much more lucrative than working in fast food.
So that’s it, I just need a change of pace, the sooner the better.
