Lately I feel as though my life resembles the beginning of Fight Club.
I don’t just hate my job. I loathe my job. I detest my job.
I work a 9 to 5 for a company nobody has ever heard of, doing work that nobody notices for a product that nobody cares about.
I started my job with the thought that I would just be there for a little while. This was going to be my job to hold me over until I found a better one. I mean, I have a degree from a good university, I have a strong skill set in high demand areas and I even enjoy doing the work in those areas.
But here I am, sitting in an office for 40 hours a week doing something that is basically glorified [Click to Continue Reading…]
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