“No, I really enjoy the job. It’s relaxed and the work is quite interesting. I like all the people I work with. I can get away with turning up half an hour late and then leave early. It’s the best job I’ve had. I spend all day surfing the internet and get paid for it. With all the extra overtime I claim I do I’m earning a fortune. It’s brilliant.”
And so said a number of people within my department when I drunkenly polled them as to what they felt about their jobs. I was expecting a tirade of vitriol, hatred and frustration. I was wrong. I appear to be the only person who really hates their job. I am stressed, overworked and underpaid. I thought this was company-wide. It is not.
When I recently raised my concerns and issues with my manager he curtly said, “Nelson, count yourself lucky you have a job. Not many employers are prepared to take on a transvestite punk rocker. Look at you, with your plucked eyebrows, long hair and sartorial weirdness. Really Nel, you should shut up and put up.”
“OK boss, whatever you say boss,” I said obsequiously as I planned his murder.
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Quit dreaming and get off the beam. Time for some loud guitars, methinks.
Mmm, loud guitars. Get me out of this nightmare Napoleon.