I’m not happy…
I know I should be.
You have a job, be happy!Trust me, I’m totally grateful to be employed, I know there are many others who would kill to be where I am right now.
But I’m not happy…
I hate this job. I work in the legal department and am the first point of contact for most of the clients. When the examiners don’t do their job, I get chewed out. Does that make sense? Not to me. I have to listen to people fuss at me about things I can’t control, give me attitude because no one’s gotten back to them, yell at me because they left a message for their examiner 5 minutes ago and have yet to receive a call back. But how is this my fault? I’m not customer service. I’m not the complaint department. I’m not a punching bag. I’m not even a fucking psychic. I’m just the poor soul who has the misfortune of having to answer the phones.
I’m so unhappy here. And everyone’s all “be grateful you have a job.” I never once said I wasn’t. Matter fact, I thank God every day for this job, but does that mean I have to grin and bear verbal abuse in order to be grateful?
I had an interview last week. Right after I left, I got in my car and cried because I knew I had to return to this hell.
I just… can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I have an attitude from 8am to 5pm Monday through Friday. I’ve worked in call centers and enjoyed it more than this. I have a migraine damn near everyday because of all the tension. My job isn’t even that hard; I don’t hold anyone’s life in my hand. I just can’t take being battered with negativity 80% of my day. It’s draining. It’s depressing. I keep trying to remind myself that this isn’t permanent. But… *sigh*
I’m not happy. I’m sorry. I’m just not.