Tuesday, September 9, 2014

I Hate My Job

There. I said it. I hate it to the point that waking up in the morning takes me half an hour, and by the time I'm up I'm already exhausted. I hate it so much that walking through the door at the office fills me with such dread. Every day I come in to the office expecting shit to happen. The office used to bring me joy. There was a time when the idea of tackling contracts excite me. Not anymore. Now I feel like throwing those damn contracts in a bonfire and dance around it. I'm not really sure what is it exactly that makes me hate it so much. I think it's a combination of many things.

1. I've been here for almost 5 years. Too damn long if you ask me
2. I miss my old big boss. Sure he breathed down our necks at times, but at least he was fun
3. No career prospect
4. No promotion and/or increment. Big boss said that she would talk to HR about this. That was in March. Nothing is happening
5. Being in the office pisses me off for no other reason than the fact that I'm there
6. Too many red tapes and too many people playing the blame game

All this anger and frustration cannot be good for my FET in November, can it? But until I have another job or open my big plan of opening a bookshop, I guess I'll just have to suck it up. Blurgh. Can't wait for my holiday next month. 37 days to be exact. Yup, it's come to a point that I count the days to my big holiday. I hate my job.