I hate my job. I've come to the conclusion that I like people as individuals, but hate working in groups. It never seems to fail, either, that when you get too many women in a single area, things get nasty. You would think this would end after high school and certainly not be a problem after your 30's but no... it doesn't seem to end. Now, the big thing at work is talking. A few of the people I know have been told "no talking about personal stuff on business time." No one's said anything to me, but I still do not like it, for several reasons. First, productivity and morale are directly related. When you start reprimanding people for stupid shit and they become afraid to say anything to anyone, you negatively affect morale. Secondly, I have asked to work from home - even offered to take a paycut if I was allowed to do so, but that is not acceptable. I have to be in the office, even though I would probably be less distracted by social interaction at home, so why not make it a pleasant place to be by building rapport with one's coworkers (within reason, of course)? Third, no one thinks twice of bothering me with work on my lunch hour, and putting in extra hours (which I don't get paid for because I'm salaried) is perfectly acceptable - even expected. It makes you want to retaliate in an immature way and say "if there's no personal on work time, then there is no work on personal time." Finally, it's just a bunch of bullshit. I'm 34 years old. This isn't kindergarten.... and it's all because one person got told to shut up and she said well it's not just me... and named names. Now her VP is on a mission with a laundry list of people.
I have this recurring dream. In it, I am back in high school. Sometimes I'm late or I've missed classes and I'm all stressed out about having to go to school, catch up on my work, or whatever. Suddenly, it occurs to me that I've been to college. Not only have I been to college, but I have a Bachelor's degree and an MBA. Surely that should mean that I don't have to go to school anymore. In fact, I should be able to march right into that office and say, "hey, I've already done this and I don't have to be here anymore." Then there is such a feeling of relief. I think it has something to do with my stupid, shitty, infantile work situation. I had the dream again last night... anyone care to comment?
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Perhaps it is that way everywhere. Seems to be so, especially when you get too many women in one area. Personally, I would like to be working in a different atmosphere with a higher caliber of people... and management. Either that, or working in a cave somewhere alone.
Kind of confirms my suspicion that the majority of people in the world are idiots.
Hello again,
A recurring dream is something to take note of, in my opinion. Your view that it may be related to infantile behavior on the part of co-workers is probably right, or perhaps your subconscious is considering going for more education, leading to a new career?
I have had recurring dreams, and usually it seems to be some kind of a premonition. Before we moved here, I had a dream that I was back carrying mail, going mail box to mail box - but the vehicle was a huge white truck and I could not reach the mail boxes and even hit one or two. The premonition turned out to be that we bought a huge, used US mail truck and used that to move here! On the way home from buying it, I managed to hit two mail boxes too! So those recurring dreams might be something coming up, which could be good!
Oroblanco
PS Thanks for the book plug!
"We must find a way, or we will make one." --Hannibal Barca
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