Your Job Doesn’t Suck. Your Life Does.

Even bloggers have days like this. When you have to wake up in the middle of the night… that means between seven and eight in the morning. In some ways, a blogger is just like any ordinary mortal, so sometimes the first thing we do when we open our eyes is check Facebook.

Every morning, I can see status updates written by people complaining that they have to go to work again. That they had to get up really early again. That it was cold outside, the bus was packed, the traffic was insane and that it’s still this many hours until the day is over and that many days until the weekend arrives.

Every single day, millions of mortals wake up and complain about their job.

Their boss is retarded, their workload is too heavy, they have to work late and the whole thing is just awful. The thought of taking a few days off is the only thing that keeps them going. But they don’t have any vacation days left for now. Such people live for the weekend and even if they kind of enjoy what they do, they’d still prefer to stay home so they didn’t have to go to work and see their boss’s nasty face. If only they could stay at home and earn the kind of money they do at an office, maybe even more money… A lot of office buildings would start looking like desert islands.

I understand their struggle. When I started writing my blog, I was working a 9 to 5 office job. I didn’t have a contract, so I knew I wouldn’t be staying there for long and be chained to my desk in a tiny cubicle, but I still felt like hanging myself after a few days.

I had enough of watching the same tired faces, worrying that I’ll be a few minutes late and get scolded by my boss, being anxious about the growing workload that was interfering with my gaming habit. The weirdest thing, however? Even though people were allowed to leave at 5, nobody, not a single soul would leave the office at that hour if their boss could see them. When I started reaching for my coat at 5 p.m. sharp, people looked at me with admiration and treated me like a hero. Either that or they thought I was insane. Because the boss couldn’t understand how somebody could have the nerve to go home earlier than others and arrive on time instead of trying to be the first one there.

I wasn’t fond of that job. If Facebook was around, I’d probably be one of the people writing a status update like: “god damn it, another boring day at the office…”. But now, I can’t understand how screwed up can people’s lives be for them to complain about what they do for the better half of the day. How can you hate your job and be too afraid to quit? It’s like being in a voluntary prison. It’s too late for most people who have decided to live their lives that way. However, half of my readers are still college-aged. You’ve still got time. Try not to end up like these miserable people who can only talk about how much they hate their job.