It’s not that I like to put cat’s in the microwave or anything. I just think there’s got to be a reason why I remain at my job (a job I dislike).
Is it the pay (a paltry sum)? The hours (only 20-30 a week…usually less)? The discount (10% off toys)? There’s got to be something keeping me here (the inability to find another job?)
Sure, it’s not the worst place to work (probably) and I enjoy my coworkers; but there are days I really don’t want to go into work (every day). Perhaps I only go in to punish myself or because I like tormenting myself.
But, perhaps, it’s the realization that as much as I dislike work, I might just dislike work in general. I mean, look at my room: laundry scatters the floor, books lie strewn about, mail hides willy-nilly in a drawer. Sure, there’s order in the chaos, but it’s still chaos…well, organized chaos.