Help! My Coworkers Are Psychotic!
I'm done pleasing some employer, I'm going to be FREE! No job is for me!
Help! My Coworkers Are Psychotic!
psy·chot·ic
adjective
adjective: psychotic
**1.
of, denoting, or suffering from a psychosis.
"a psychotic disturbance."
synonyms: insane, mad, deranged, demented, crazed, psychopathic; More**
"This is the best you're going to get," They said.
"Great health benefits, Dental, Paid sick time, Paid vacation, and regular raises, You're set for life. "
I looked around, The heat of the warehouse, Hardly bearable. The dirt coating all over my skin, Sweat dripping down my face, and the horrid stench of filth combined with Body Odor in the air.
"This is the best I'm going to get."
What about all of those hours I wasted!? Taking those simple college classes that taught me nothing more than my high school classes!
What about all that damn tuition I paid! This is it! I am here, Going to work in a warehouse the rest of my life!
All the things I taught myself, All the books I read, All the drawing I've done, Wasted. It doesn't matter, Because the only skill I need to have, Is knowing how to work that scanner.
Scan a box, Place it in the trailer,
Scan a box, Place it in the trailer
Scan a box, Place it in the trailer.
I know technology has helped us significantly. But is this what a real job looks like? Why can't they make a machine to "scan a box, Place it in a trailer" why the hell can't I use the incredible brain that I have!?
Oh, wait. Employers don't like that.
Good employees are like cardboard boxes, The ones most square, Are the better ones. The ones without holes, Creases and damages. The ones that obey their supervisor! And have unoriginal ideas...
I'm going to be appreciated for my ideas!
I've known that all my life, Becoming an artist was a stupid idea! Why would I want to make nothing, and struggle to survive?
But after doing this job for four years, I've realized I don't give a fuck about the money, Art perks me up, Makes me use my brain. Art is what makes me happy, Not those smelly boxes!
Maybe I'm selfish, But I don't want to help you get your box to its destination, I'd rather be on the other end, Getting those boxes on my doorstep!
Maybe, in the end, I'll be sitting under a bridge, cold and alone. I'll be a crazy lunatic with my paintbrush painting on canvas with my own blood, Because once that paint runs dry, I won't stop painting.
But it's not me who is psychotic.
It's my coworkers...
They feel comfort in receiving that steady paycheck...
That steady vacation
That steady Healthcare.
They have families, and it all sounds like a good deal to them, But they sit there, Not looking for alternatives, Not looking for a more enjoyable way of life, This is it for them; Loading boxes!
Whenever I start to suffer a lot, even if it comes at massive benefit. I start actively searching for opportunities. There has to be a way to get the same benefit, Without as much suffering!
I'm not saying you should always be unhappy in life! But don't be afraid to look for something better! We all are capable of more than we are doing right now. Don't settle for something! Look for better!
The new opportunities out there are endless.
I have become a full-time artist, I make good money, By doing what I was meant to in life: DRAWING!
So far I have no regrets, But one day if I'm begging you for some pencil money on the side of the street, Just know, I'd rather be doing that than
"Scan a box, Place it in the trailer."
Some of those not looking for alternatives are actually happy with the job they have. Take my grandma for instance, she worked and retired from a factory job that required loading boxes as well. She absolutely loved her job Prior to that, she was a stay at home mom who depended on my grandfather to support her financially and forbade her to work. When my mom and uncle were old enough for school, she secretly got a job. When my grandfather found out he threatened to leave but she was so happy to be working she actually dared him to go. She was willing to give up her marriage just so she could keep on working. He of course was full of empty threats and she ended up going full time. This was a good experience for her. It gave her a new sense of self, independence, and a social outlet that were pretty non-existent before obtaining a job. If she had not had that opportunity, she may have ended up with a very miserable life.
Not everyone is unhappy with their jobs even if it is just "loading boxes". For those who are unhappy and wish to follow their own paths and passions, it takes a great amount of courage and you my friend are very brave. I wish you luck and a super awesome amount of happiness!
Thank you for sharing this!
Its nice to see she was so happy doing the job, And being independent. I love it when women do that!
As long as people are happy loading boxes, They should stay. But I see so many coworkers unhappy and I wish they'd look for alternatives! You only have one life, Its best to try and make yourself happy the majority of the time!
There is hope !
Thank you ! LOL I sure hope so!
Good luck!
I sometimes envy people who have worked tedious jobs... I know if I had one of those, it would have given me the motivation I needed to actually take my life into a different direction.
In my case it was a series of positions, that just border enough on the interesting for me not to run away screaming... Over time, I have realised that it was not enough, and now it is harder to break free... but I am working onit!