I have been at work for the last 8.5 hours today. 6.5 of them I have been sitting in front of this computer trying to look a little bit busy but in actuality have nothing to do. Summer months are always slow around here making the days drag on into eternity. I have half an hour left to kill before I can mount my steed and get the Hell out of here.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my job. In fact I like it a whole lot. It's the best job I have ever had. However, I am on call all day everyday except for one weekend a month. That weekend takes forever to get here and is gone faster than I can drink a beer. (Okay, it's not that fast. I can down a beer pretty good.)
I guess my gripe is this; My days at work go by slow with nothing to do and when the weekend comes and I can finally do something fun, my fucking phone will ring right in the middle of my fun and there will be a problem I have to take care of. There is nothing I loathe more than the sound of my phone from Friday night to Monday morning.
Winter months are crazy and my phone rings all the time and work is very hectic. I expect this and knew it would happen. Promises of raises and praise for doing a good job in a tough environment come weekly in the winter. When summertime comes the praises are far and few between and the promise of more money is forgotten like the gifts at Christmas.
Why is it that here in America we have to praise the almighty dollar and work our asses off for a couple hundred dollars a day? Not only work an 8 hour shift but your job must consume the rest of your life in order for you to make your mortgage payment. It's just not right that we have come to this.
I just want a decent job that I don't have to take home with me, but pays enough to make the bills. I want a simpler life where I can forget about work when I walk out the door and be free from the shackles that bind.
Alas, this is not the world we live in now days. The simple life is non existent in America. It's every man for himself and your friend will stab you in the back if they can get a raise (or a new truck) out of it.
Ah well. Fuck it. Back to the grind stone for me.
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