It’s safe to say that I really can’t stand my day job. I dread going into work, and I can’t wait to punch out. The work itself really isn’t that bad. I get a lot of time to myself to think, and–even though I’m not supposed to–I am able to sneak off somewhere and get some reading done. One the weekends I can actually sort of lock myself away and get a large chunk of writing done. Usually at least 1,000+ words before noon.
What I can’t stand about this job is the people I work with. I work a bottom-of-the-barrel, no-degree-or-work-experience-required kind of job. Not that there’s anything wrong with that kind of job, but it’s not for me. I’m not slaving away to earn my college degree to make almost $9.00 an hour. I don’t work all day (on what days I do actually work. The downfall of a per diem job. When business is slow, my hours are low,) just to come home and work on becoming a full-time writer to spend my day dealing with the drama at work. Dealing with lazy people complaining how no one bothers to help them, or making up lies and nit picking to get whatever they want, and then not getting fired for when they screw up immensely. Like, things they really should be fired for and have been doing for years.
Which brings me to my next point. I’d much rather work during the day and get it over with. It really affects my writing. For example, today I have to work at 1:00, and I’d like to get some writing done. However, the fact that I have to work in a few hours is looming over me, and it’s dragging a pretty serious creative buzz kill along with it. Granted, the shift I have to work today only takes about five hours, leaving me with three extra alone in the basement where I can pretty much do what I want. Namely, lock myself in a conference room and get some writing done. But that doesn’t help me during the day, when sometimes I really feel inspired to write. Now, I do my best to write even when I’m not inspired, (such is a life of a serious writer), but this creative block caused by work is no good.
It’s days like today that really make me want to work especially hard toward becoming a full-time writer. And it’s awful jobs like these that make me want to push myself to be successful so I can come back in ten years and see all the same people who are still stuck in that awful place and maybe do a little bragging. Especially to my one co-worker who always tells me “When you become a famous author don’t forget about me!” who will then proceed to complain to my boss about how I don’t do any of my work, and how I’m so terrible at everything. Oh, don’t worry, I won’t forget about you, faceless hospital employee. Because it’s people like you who ensure I will never end up like you.