I'm just finishing up week 10 at my employment - at 12, I'll have another evaluation, and be eligible for free uniforms.
You know what? Fuck this shit. In the ass, hard as you please, with your grandmother's dildo.
I don't think I can emphasize "ugh" enough; I made in my last post how well I thought unemployment went for me, though it was bad at times. Well employment can suck a fat sweaty bag of smegma-laden dicks, and here's why-
First point: No one ends up doing what they want to (save a select few). Realistically, we're all not Stephen Hawking - we don't have a "calling" we fall into and do so much at it we blow everyone away. If you chose what you thought you were best at, right now, and decided to go for it, likelihood states you're not going to ever reach that level. You can try and are certainly welcome to, but you most likely won't. Even if you are good at what you do, that doesn't necessitate being influential. You can try at what you like best and fail, and that's pretty much par for the course.
Second point - no one knows what's best for them. Sure, no one is omnipresent, but as diverse as the workplace is, can you ever see your counselor telling you you'd be best at (whether you've already graduated from high school or not) something quite the opposite of what you thought you wanted to do? Perhaps you want to be a great scientist, yet you'd be a better writer. Maybe you'd be a better artist than you would an entrepreneur. This is the thing - if you need someone else to tell you what you're best at, maybe you need to take more time to evaluate yourself. No one DOES know themselves - regardless of how much you think you might, how much you've nailed yourself down into your niche, you're still most likely a fucking idiot who doesn't know their asshole from a hole in the ground. If you're confident in yourself and have a lot of belief in what you're wanting to do, maybe you should check yourself. Same goes for those who are unsure - check yourself as much as possible. I definitely fall in the latter crowd of "unsure" people. Self-evaluation is the worst form of evaluation. To get more centrally to the point, however, I would say that regardless of how you think about what you do, there will always be someone out there to be able to, rightly, criticize what you do, and you have to be prepared for that.
Thirdly, I would say... the management of time becomes so much more complicated. If you have a set schedule - say, working 9-5 Monday through Friday - you do your time, then you come home. Well, having that schedule, good fucking luck getting time to go to the Post Office, or buying anything that is in a small Mom and Pop shop - you simply don't have the opportunity. Then, you get the privilege of having to organize your bills around pay days. If you don't have any pets or kids, that's all easy shit, but if you do... you better lube your ass, because you will be fucked perpetually. Daycare bills, vet bills, hospital bills, the time involved with each... you will have NO time to yourself. Even assuming the best situation including one of those - you have a significant other loaded with cash who never works, does all the household chores, and will even give you some downstairs attention... there's not always going to be enough time in the day for them to handle things while you're working your ass off. There will ALWAYS be a situation you need to devote your precious time to, and it's going to suck more cocks than six guys blowing nine guys on a daily basis.
Fourthly.. well, the money is just a means to an end. You use it to do what you have to do, and maybe there's a little something left over for yourself. Depending on how shitty your job is you may be thinking "Yay, we can afford salad!" or "Ugh, this umbrella does clash with my suit, perhaps I should look around." But, honestly, most of us are in salad camp. As much as you hate doing what you have to do, you look at the prices of things like you wish you could physically strangle them when you realize they are ultimately out of your price range, realize, then, that you can't do that and move on to pick up whatever's cheap and you can eat without gagging. And...
Fifthly, you come across the realization that even though you ARE working hard, you still are unable to afford the things you really want. It'd be really nice to get a new computer so you can play the newest games on PC... maybe some new shoes for your friend's upcoming wedding since it feels like shit to not be proper at such an event... maybe it'd even be nice to buy some fucking fresh fish for a change - none of this frozen bullshit. Thing is, bills fucking suck. Taxes make it worse, but hey, this isn't Tea Party Central, I'm not going to bitch about that - but what I guess I'm trying to say, here, is that no matter how much you make, there's always a want for things which will never be realized.
My morbid hatred makes me not want to even follow through with a closing paragraph, but fuck that shit. I'm not going to glorify having a job, nor can I say I'd glorify being unemployed either. To be completely honest, you HAVE to have a job or you're going to get screwed more royally than sitting on a throne equipped with bidet, forcefully moved up and down on it with your virgin ass. I should know - theoretically with being unemployed over two years, I should be able to shit a fucking pine tree, but thankfully, my asshole virginity is unstained.
You know what? Fuck this shit. In the ass, hard as you please, with your grandmother's dildo.
I don't think I can emphasize "ugh" enough; I made in my last post how well I thought unemployment went for me, though it was bad at times. Well employment can suck a fat sweaty bag of smegma-laden dicks, and here's why-
First point: No one ends up doing what they want to (save a select few). Realistically, we're all not Stephen Hawking - we don't have a "calling" we fall into and do so much at it we blow everyone away. If you chose what you thought you were best at, right now, and decided to go for it, likelihood states you're not going to ever reach that level. You can try and are certainly welcome to, but you most likely won't. Even if you are good at what you do, that doesn't necessitate being influential. You can try at what you like best and fail, and that's pretty much par for the course.
Second point - no one knows what's best for them. Sure, no one is omnipresent, but as diverse as the workplace is, can you ever see your counselor telling you you'd be best at (whether you've already graduated from high school or not) something quite the opposite of what you thought you wanted to do? Perhaps you want to be a great scientist, yet you'd be a better writer. Maybe you'd be a better artist than you would an entrepreneur. This is the thing - if you need someone else to tell you what you're best at, maybe you need to take more time to evaluate yourself. No one DOES know themselves - regardless of how much you think you might, how much you've nailed yourself down into your niche, you're still most likely a fucking idiot who doesn't know their asshole from a hole in the ground. If you're confident in yourself and have a lot of belief in what you're wanting to do, maybe you should check yourself. Same goes for those who are unsure - check yourself as much as possible. I definitely fall in the latter crowd of "unsure" people. Self-evaluation is the worst form of evaluation. To get more centrally to the point, however, I would say that regardless of how you think about what you do, there will always be someone out there to be able to, rightly, criticize what you do, and you have to be prepared for that.
Thirdly, I would say... the management of time becomes so much more complicated. If you have a set schedule - say, working 9-5 Monday through Friday - you do your time, then you come home. Well, having that schedule, good fucking luck getting time to go to the Post Office, or buying anything that is in a small Mom and Pop shop - you simply don't have the opportunity. Then, you get the privilege of having to organize your bills around pay days. If you don't have any pets or kids, that's all easy shit, but if you do... you better lube your ass, because you will be fucked perpetually. Daycare bills, vet bills, hospital bills, the time involved with each... you will have NO time to yourself. Even assuming the best situation including one of those - you have a significant other loaded with cash who never works, does all the household chores, and will even give you some downstairs attention... there's not always going to be enough time in the day for them to handle things while you're working your ass off. There will ALWAYS be a situation you need to devote your precious time to, and it's going to suck more cocks than six guys blowing nine guys on a daily basis.
Fourthly.. well, the money is just a means to an end. You use it to do what you have to do, and maybe there's a little something left over for yourself. Depending on how shitty your job is you may be thinking "Yay, we can afford salad!" or "Ugh, this umbrella does clash with my suit, perhaps I should look around." But, honestly, most of us are in salad camp. As much as you hate doing what you have to do, you look at the prices of things like you wish you could physically strangle them when you realize they are ultimately out of your price range, realize, then, that you can't do that and move on to pick up whatever's cheap and you can eat without gagging. And...
Fifthly, you come across the realization that even though you ARE working hard, you still are unable to afford the things you really want. It'd be really nice to get a new computer so you can play the newest games on PC... maybe some new shoes for your friend's upcoming wedding since it feels like shit to not be proper at such an event... maybe it'd even be nice to buy some fucking fresh fish for a change - none of this frozen bullshit. Thing is, bills fucking suck. Taxes make it worse, but hey, this isn't Tea Party Central, I'm not going to bitch about that - but what I guess I'm trying to say, here, is that no matter how much you make, there's always a want for things which will never be realized.
My morbid hatred makes me not want to even follow through with a closing paragraph, but fuck that shit. I'm not going to glorify having a job, nor can I say I'd glorify being unemployed either. To be completely honest, you HAVE to have a job or you're going to get screwed more royally than sitting on a throne equipped with bidet, forcefully moved up and down on it with your virgin ass. I should know - theoretically with being unemployed over two years, I should be able to shit a fucking pine tree, but thankfully, my asshole virginity is unstained.