fuck this job.com

Ok. So I don't know what my problem is (likely my shitty job if I had to guess) but now it is affecting my life at home. I have become depressed and am taking out my frustration on my boyfriend (poor guy). I know it's not fair but the stress of work has made things rotten. I heard once that when your career is going great, your relationship suffers, and vice versa. So what the hell is going on here?? In addidtion, the so called "urgent" work that my boss gave me is such a damn joke. It's what I like to call busy work and it is lowering my IQ minute by minute. I have a good lead on another job...it's in marketing and it's work from home (which I am not sure is a good or bad thing).

So after writing my first entry late last night when I couldn't fall asleep (I have become an insomniac) I came in to work today only to find that two people commented on my entry. This made me smile this morning, so thank you, whoever you are.

However, late last night I began thinking about how scary the real world actually is, expecially if you are just entering it like myself. I ever realized what a joke 99% of the jobs out there actually are. I mean I am not the only on at the office on msn all day. Everyone here is chatting away, making personal phone calls, flirting, and kissing ass, while not a whole lot of work is actually getting done. I still think the company I work for is a joke...but at this point...I have to stick it out.

This is my first entry although I have stumbled onto this site numerous times while feeling utterly bored and depressed at work. Usually when I am just beginning to feel better after reading all of your entries, someone walks by my desk and nosily stares at my screen. First thing I hate about my job. I am a receptionist at a small marketing company. I have an honors degree and this was the first job I could find. Pathetic. A retarded monkey could do my job...no offense to retards or monkeys, as my job is a total joke. When I am not answering phones I am watching the bottom feeders flirt with each other, close doors, and talk forever in their offices while I sit outside like a putz waiting for the damn phone to ring.