How can you hate and like a job at the same time? Is it just like a slot machine, am I happy here when I get cherries, forgetting I mostly get nothing?
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
How can you hate and like a job at the same time? Is it just like a slot machine, am I happy here when I get cherries, forgetting I mostly get nothing?
In it’s most extreme form, of hyper-delight versus endless angst, yes, it can be exactly like a slot machine. And you just keep putting your money in, again and again, feeling it slip away from you on a knowingly losing proposition where the house will always win…
I think that there is a base dislike for any job, simply because you have to be there, even on days when you’d rather sleep in or go to the beach.
But I think a sucky job can really wear you down, to the point where your expectations are so low, that even halfway decent treatment seems really great. I think you’re getting there.
Allow this to cheer you up:
http://www.tradervicspaloalto.com/maitai/
Whee!