only 2.5 of the numerous jobs I’ve had did I very actively not like. 1.5 of them were retail (I say a half because I liked the job at first; it just got old and certain changes yielded to my starting to dislike it), and one of them was a call center. all of the others, I actually didn’t mind going to work most days. some days, I even really enjoyed it.
I’m on the fence about this one. I like what I do — I like the money management, I like the paperwork, etc. and I like for whom we do it — impoverish people who are just trying to have a new start in life, or who were unjustly attacked or injured. and I even like most of the people I work with. but when something here stresses me out, I bring it home and I obsess over it for several days later.
I allowed a few tears last night because of yesterday’s miscommunication. because I’m just tired of it. and I still am not sufficiently fluent in Spanish. and I keep messing things up.
I asked Brian last night how do people endure working somewhere they hate. he said, from what he’s come to understand, is that in most cases they just don’t care about the job they do. they text, or play on Facebook, or take forever to do Job A to avoid having to do Job B, etc. they don’t actually try most times, nor do they really care about their quality of work.
I can’t fathom that. I mean, it makes sense. it really does. and I can see if from an employee’s view and from a customer’s view the poor service many people provide in various jobs. but I can only see that a possibility; surely that can’t be reality.
that’s one reason I left the half-disliked job — the changes they made ensured I would not be able to do my best work in the position, and I wasn’t okay with that.
when I was at the call center, I tried to help every single customer to the best of my ability.
because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? how can we expect good service from others if we’re not providing it ourselves? how can we ever improve or grow as individuals if we’re not challenging ourselves? how is acceptable to okay at be shitty?
so maybe he’s right…. maybe I care too much about the quality of work I do. maybe I’m at fault for having respect for others and for my job.
and I would love to say, “well here on out, I’ll be alright doing mediocre work just like everyone else.” but I know that’s a lie. so I’ll just stay in this job, and I just keep going home miserable, and I’ll keep crying and struggling. because even I wanted to, I don’t think I could sacrifice my integrity just to make my life easier.