The other day, I posted a picture up on my Instagram with a rather emotional caption. It was pretty harsh considering the fact that I have my co-workers and my kids following me on there.
The post was about my feelings towards my job.
I don’t know about you but I never have passion for my job.
To put it simple, I HATE MY JOB. It is sad, as it is the only job I am qualified to do right now.
But who cares about qualifications, right?
Especially this year, I am so fucking stressed out.
I have reached to the point where I hardly sleep at night. Even if I sleep, I wake up every hour just to check on my phone to see if there are any texts from my boss or co-workers. I am constantly on call. I love my sleep and this kind of obnoxious.
I risk my health for the job with a little less than decent pay. Honestly, my salary has yet to reach RM5k monthly. It will though next year because we have a fixed annual increment. But I don’t know if it’s worth it. I just know that I don’t deserve this shit.
I found myself screaming and crying (twice) in my room at work. I even kicked the chair and slammed the table countless times because I can’t simply let my anger out on people, right? And I don’t know where to channel my frustration. I’ve been holding it in for too long and it has taken its toll on me. If I could drink alcohol, I would.
Just to forget my being for awhile.