Dead End Job

We've all gone through it, some of still are. The dead end job that isn't benefiting us in any way other than contributing to the bills. We drag ourselves out of bed even before the sun or god, for that matter, wakes up in the useless effort to beat the misery that is rush hour traffic. To my St. Catherine friends my heart goes out to you.

Our journey is not only made miserable by the traffic, but for those of us who try to listen to the radio are made nauseous by the mindless ramblings of the eeeediat morning personalities. "Make me Laugh" makes you dry heave at the sound of Dorraine's hhee hee hee's and ha ha ha's. The jokes are, have not, never will be even mildy amusing. As a matter of fact they're downright depressing.
Francois's "Goooooooood Mooooorning Jaaaaaaaa-maaaaiiiicaaaaaaaa!!!!" makes me wanna do a drive by on the RJR building and hurl coktail bombs at it.
I get exhausted just listening to Jenny Jenny's bubbly personality. (you know she might be on drugs right? nobody's that happy)

So we've already started the day on a good foot. We finally get to work and keep try to remind ourselves why we're here.

"Have to pay off that loan"

"Mortgage due this month"

"I bet the fassy dem a guh cut of mi phone today"

"Jah know.. baby modda a stress mi pocket"

So we muster up the motivation and get out of the car. You reach the elevator and the president or senior management is in there with you. You decide to entertain yourself a bit, and just as you appraoch your floor you let one rip (has to be a silent one) and step out. Hey your already having a bad day. The satisfaction of having farted on your boss muss ease some of your frustration. I can testify to that.

Reach the office/desk/cubcile/intergalactic spaceship (or whatever you pretend it to be so you don't go postal on everybody) and go through the motions. You pencil push, file, answer phones, take verbal abuse from customers, managers, co-workers, janitors ("yu need fi move yu nuh cause mi haffi clean dis spot right now an mi nuh business wah yu a do... work me a work") and you realise that the world hates you.

So what am i doing? Well you sacrifice time, energy, emotions and sanity to do a good job for someone else. Your unappreciated and sometmes viewed as ungrateful. After all, look how much mad man on the road. I say it was their 9-5 that made them that way. What about the crack you ask. It was their job that made em do it. So I think its time to put that energy into something else. Find your niche and work with it. If you find yourself not enjoying your work, so much so you end up writing blogs, and viewing pages such as www.stickpage.com (great site by the way) just to keep you entertained you need to step up your game. Note that what you do in life isn't dependent on what you studied in school either. Take Angry Bob for example. Who would have known he studied at a "pretigious" university? What does he do now? He takes pictures. Yep. It's that simple. And oh yea... he gets paid too.

Really though life is way too short for us to be spending it making other people happy when both you and they know that you wont succeed. So make yourself happy I say. Go to work if you feel like it. Take long breaks, leave early and don't tell anybody. Whatever makes you happy. It's time for us to start treating ourselves and making us happy.