The last time I've been this consistently miserable about a job was the bookstore, which didn't have the occasional charm of children, but where I was thanked every so often, so I suppose they're about the same
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It's funny. I've had a lot of interesting-slash-lousy jobs (that is, interesting to do for a summer or as a part-time student gig, but I wouldn't want to live here) and lately I've been trying to figure out how I was happier working in a bowling alley with one boss blaring Fox news at full blast and another constantly trying to ask me out and impress me with his damned Camaro and so lonely that every little thing sent me into hysterics than I am doing the thing I decided I wanted to do many years ago. I still don't have an answer, but trust me, I was. Happier.
I'm not qualified to do any goddamn other thing. I'm not even qualified to do this, if you want to get technical. I don't have CPR or first aid training. I don't have a college degree. What am I supposed to do, go wait tables? No experience. Any other no-talent day job I could find would certainly pay less than this one, which I can't afford. The only thing I want to do is write and draw pictures and I'm doing both but it takes a while to make any money at it, especially when I'm too deadened to make anything worthwhile during the week. At the very least, this job is excellent incentive to make myself into something better. But it's really fucking hard.
That's not supposed to sound like I think it doesn't take talent to wait tables. That's exactly why I can't do it - it's made of a world of skills I do not have.
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I've shoveled out chicken coops for money. It can always get worse.
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YOU. MUST. QUIT. NOW.
You do not deserve this and you do not owe the staff or the children. You are allowing them to take advantage of your good will.
This, in fact, is what the internet is for.
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