Reasons why I hate my work:
It's meaningless. Tech support is not what I would call a spiritually uplifting carreer.
I don't want to turn out to be like the people I work with. It's not that they're bad people, quite the oppisite. It's just that these people are married to what they do. They live and breath work and I need something more to live for than voice response units or screaming customers.
I hate accronyms. I've got your TPS report right here, okay buddy?
The people I work with sit in their cubicle and fart (Computer nerds aren't known for their etiquette). That's right, they sit there, bust'n ass while I'm trying to figure out how to fix computers that have been around since the pre-historic times.
I can't be a corperate whore, it's just not in my blood. I'm not a yes man and that tends to come back and bite me in the ass.
I don't deal well with dress codes. I don't even have an iron. I don't let my mommy tell me what clothes to wear and I'll be damned if I want other people doing it.
Reasons I like my job:
I rarely have anything to do. In a 40 hour week, I actually work about 7-8 hours of real work. The rest of my time is spent fanning noxious fumes back at my co-workers.
Free non-dairy creamer.
It's meaningless. Tech support is not what I would call a spiritually uplifting carreer.
I don't want to turn out to be like the people I work with. It's not that they're bad people, quite the oppisite. It's just that these people are married to what they do. They live and breath work and I need something more to live for than voice response units or screaming customers.
I hate accronyms. I've got your TPS report right here, okay buddy?
The people I work with sit in their cubicle and fart (Computer nerds aren't known for their etiquette). That's right, they sit there, bust'n ass while I'm trying to figure out how to fix computers that have been around since the pre-historic times.
I can't be a corperate whore, it's just not in my blood. I'm not a yes man and that tends to come back and bite me in the ass.
I don't deal well with dress codes. I don't even have an iron. I don't let my mommy tell me what clothes to wear and I'll be damned if I want other people doing it.
Reasons I like my job:
I rarely have anything to do. In a 40 hour week, I actually work about 7-8 hours of real work. The rest of my time is spent fanning noxious fumes back at my co-workers.
Free non-dairy creamer.