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my job has taught me that life is to short to be defined by your job. i was at my last job for seven years. i felt like i had no control of anything anymore. i was stuck in a rut of work and working out and sleep. i finally was so unhappy i quit and went to africa for a month on a blind date. best decision i ever made in my life. not to be affraid.
the mighty jimbo 2 Feb 2004 |
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Working in retail has taught me that I can’t be shy, but that doesn’t mean I have to be open. You have to be the first to attack a customer or you’re not making your commission/sales goal for the week. Its also taught me that when we don’t make bank, all those personal things you thought your coworkers would never share come out and bite you in the ass. Unfortunately, all that smiling and making nice with the customers teaches you how to hide anything from anyone, since you do it every damn day. raine 2 Feb 2004 |
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i was terminated from my last job. it was the full slap in the face that integrity and honesty count for absolutely nothing in today's workplace. they count for even less when you have management that makes all their hiring and firing decisions based on personal issues with their employees instead of the normal performance and business decisions most rational managers would base them on. what did i learn? that it didn't matter how much i upheld integrity, honesty in my professional life... i would always be run down by those who lied, cheated and fucked people over to get where they are. more importantly, i came to the realization that trying to uphold those values in my personal life and my relationship with my girlfriend takes an order of magnitude more strength than doing so on the job. i'll do it though... because i'm worth doing it for, and so is she. :) -g- g 2 Feb 2004 |
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my job has taught me that having a career should not be a life goal. it is for many people i've met over the last 15 years of working life; i could never understand how they could remain so motivated, working for The Man. me? i just want to be happy, and i do what needs to be done to one day maybe get there... mahke 2 Feb 2004 |
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My job has taught me that there is more to life--more to work--than moving papers from one box to another. It's only after five months at this, my First Real Job, that I'm learning what makes me happy--and what doesn't. Which is paper-pushing. Projects. I'm a project-oriented person, someone who likes a finished product to show, be it an organised drawer, a handbook, or a softball game for international students. I never would have realised why I enjoyed my last job so much were it not having to do this one. It's only with the contrast that I learned: Pushing papers sucks. Theresa 2 Feb 2004 |
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According to the sociologists, I'm from the tail end of GenX, the jaded, dark-humored, nuclear-fearing 'whatever' generation. Years of private religious education only served to cement a general malaise and vague apathy. Who, then, would've expected me to voluntarily work at a Catholic school once I reached adulthood? Piercings and all, I arrived at the only job I could find, steeled against feeling like an ethical inferior around the collections of priests and nuns, ready to improve my internal morality. What I learned instead was that I was naive. Catholic school is simply not the place to develop morality. I saw the adulterous affairs, the alcoholism and drug ab/use, the petty political backstabbing and grabs for power I'd seen in the corporate world - only worse, and committed from atop the high horses of righteousness. The third time I was asked to lie in as many days, I discovered that I already have a finely developed moral and ethical system. I'm certainly without all the answers, but I know that lying, cheating and stealing aren't the way. As it turns out, the only moral help I needed was in seeing that I'd been right about Catholic schools when I was a student years ago. Julia 2 Feb 2004 |
