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I hate my job.
I didn't always hate it; in fact, I rather enjoyed it for a time. And then it comes to light that my boss is probably one of the most incompetent people I have ever met--seriously, I've never seen someone run a business so terribly--and to boot, a bit sexist. He micro-manages, he hovers, he monitors, and it's getting harder and harder for me to bite my tongue.
Today, for example:
I am pretty skilled with computer programs. I've learned it, I've taken classes for it, and most of it I've acquired proficiency just by sitting down with it and studying it. But I work at my own pace. The work gets done but I do it with methods that have always shown me results.
But today, he decides to hover me and implement his methods, going so far to constantly come by my desk to ensure that his methods are being followed. And he says to me, "If you have any problems, don't be afraid to ask for help. I mean, I can't make coffee as good as you."
I sit there, telling myself to count to 30.
I do.
And feel so fucking insulted.
I realise that I worked as a barista for five years--and those were the happy years--but to say that that is my only excellent skill?
I want out. I'm trying to hold out until the end of the year.
I have the definite feeling that I am not doing what I want with my life, or the definite feeling that something is amiss.
Any helpful hints? Any suggestions? |
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