I have a commitment problem.
I know, I know. It’s a big shock. People who know me know of my tales and desires for everlasting love and happiness, of staying with the same for years, of looking back in old age at the things done together at the very beginning and sighing fondly, but alas, it’s true. I have a commitment problem. And it’s biting me in the ass right now.
Not with relationships, though. Just with jobs.
When I start jobs I absoloutely adore them. When I started at the Garden Centre I thought it was wonderful that one of my cloesest friends worked with me, that there was that sweet boy that fancied me, that my job was easy and undemanding. Within months I hated the girl, the boy was making life hell, and I wanted to brain every person who stepped through the doors. A similar thing happened in the pub – I stopped finding the old guys endearing and instead found them racist, chauvanistic twats, and had to resist the urge to spit in their drinks.
A similar thing is happening where I work. It’s mainly due to the customers – the idiotic, lying, cheating, smelly, ugly bastards who I have to serve on a daily basis whilst they abuse me, waft their repugnant odours at me, and expect to get the world for nothing. I’m getting to the point where I’m dreading going into work every day, and it’s not nice 
3 Comments
June 25, 2009 at 6:25 am
I m going through the same promblem myself. I hardly work for 2 hour in 8 hour work day.
June 25, 2009 at 7:54 am
Nah, that’s just hating people. We all do that, but new jobs mask the feeling of loathing for a while.
June 28, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Ash –
Bren – I am starting to hate people, which is horrible because for a long time I absoloutely loved the majority of humans.