A Need to Vent

I remember last year Bank of America screwed something up on my account. So after going through their phone system, pretty sure I could spit nails at this point, a perky girl comes on the line asking how the weather is. I said I don't know, I have been in my office since five, this is like four in the afternoon. "Well you sure are lucky to have a job!" * squeak!* I wanted to say not as lucky as you will be when I get done with you. Instead I sat here dumbstruck, then went on to the problem.

I am lucky to have my job but if I hear it from B of A, well, grrrrr.

I am happy to say I no longer deal with them.. :)

Sick, sick, SICK of that attitude.
It's not like employees show up, sit there & are "given" a paycheck!!
We ARE giving something for what we receive in return.

And with companies scaling back and downsizing, every employee is expected to do the work of 2, sometimes 3 or 4 people. Lucky? Indeed!

Bummed that I'd taken the time to compose a very reasoned response to a controversial post,only to press "post" and discover that the whole thread was pulled.

Bummed that with Kiddo attending half-day kinder, I'll be available to work for 1.45 hours. Who wants to hire a preschool teacher for anything less than 6 hours?

These, I realize, are small potatoes stuff. But still, very annoying.

Hi B.. Ugh, my boss says that all the time when people complain about something job-related. "Well, they should just be grateful to have a job!!" I'm sure they are grateful to have a job, but that doesn't stop people from wanting to be satisfied & happy at said job. And it doesn't stop people from wanting to make enough money to basically make ends meet.

Thank you for posting this though. It's OK to be pissy at life sometimes, even when you have lots of things to be grateful for. As long as it's not all the time. I know lots of people who do that too.

Sure!

We are incredibly responsible with money... aside from our mortgage we have no debt. We live well within our means and 7 years ago we purchased "far less house" than we were approved for. Two years ago, I took a big promotion and with it came an hour-long commute (at the minimum) each way. We cannot sell our house to move closer because others were irresponsible with their finances. And yet, people tell us we are "lucky". "Luck" has nothing to do with it! We WORK and live reasonably!

Meeting with another agent tonight... wish us luck! We're going to take a $60,000 hit IF we can even sell the damn thing, but at some point time together is worth more than a pile of money in a bank account. The former can't be reclaimed... I can always earn more money.

Have a good day!

I'm going to press post, but I want to warn you, I am a major bummer today. Danger! Danger! Danger! Debbie downer ahead! All silver linings and happy pink thoughts, beware!!
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I want to vent, but I'm not sure what to say.

I guess I feel frustrated with myself because I'm not sure how to shake myself free from this anger inside.

I feel angry at god. Angry at the world of people. Angry at my sister. And I feel frustrated about that, because I don't know what to do with anger and it seems that all the anger I haven't felt these past years (decades?) is welling up inside of me, bursting out in ragged sobs once it is dark and my house is quiet.

I feel frustrated that I don't know how to cry without the feeling of drowning and splitting. My face is all swollen from crying, and I look ugly. I feel worn.

But I suppose what I'm most frustrated about is my seeming inability to look at what's right in front of me. Always missing the trees for the forest, hah. In an effort to talk myself out of self pity last night, while the children were at Nana's and I had the house to myself, I spent the night thinking about all the ways it could be worse, and the ways it is worse for so many mothers with their equally beautiful babies. Powerless to change the situation. Powerless to protect them.

And then I had dreams about Syria, and Los Angeles, and Mexico, and the mother's along the railroad in Calcutta, with their starving babies, the flies swarming in the corners of their unblinking eyes, and how stupid I was at 17 when I was there, thinking I had answers. Thinking I knew what love was. What hardship can look like. What courage means.

I feel frustrated that, as a culture, we've defined courage in violent terms, rather than in gentleness. The courage to feel. The courage to look. The courage to love. The courage to extend a hand, to set an extra place at the table, to stay the extra few minutes.

I feel frustrated with my husband, who is acting like a selfish teenager. But, to be fair, I'm terrible to be around right now...(no offense Ephie, you're not the most reasonable or accurate individual on this fine morning).

I feel frustrated that, while sitting in my warm house, with food in the fridge, with healthy children at my side, trees around me, friends only miles away, two living parents, I am only seeing pain.

I feel frustrated that, no matter how hard I pray, no matter how loudly I yell, there's not diddly I can do to protect all the little children from unnecessary atrocities of the world. At the end of the day, I am so small. And usually, that feels like a relief. Today it feels like shackles.

I don't understand it. Usually I see beauty and hope everywhere. Everywhere. In the darkest places. But today I seem blind to it. Right now I don't understand the world. And I feel desperately frustrated by that.

Yes, I hear you. I have the summer off and am enjoying it. But when I think about going back to work, long hours, horrible boss, I feel like having a panic attack. Yup, I KNOW I'm lucky to have a job. Maybe scream therapy would help us?

A lot of people worldwide are stuck in jobs that don't pay well, are high-stress, etc. A couple of years ago I went PT to escape a boss that was ruining my health. I couldn't have done it without DH's support - and he doesn't have a great boss, either. He's doing 2 jobs because the woman who was promoted over him can't do her job properly so he has to "help" (boss' orders). No title, no raise, just longer hours til she gets it together. And my old job - the boss stressed on us in part because there were 5 people doing work that could easily have used twice that many hands.

Hang in there. Dust off the resume, look at your budget and see if there's anything you can do as a long-term goal for own sanity and happiness. It is stressful to have a bad job, even if you really need it. Try to find time to do things to unwind and destress.

You can tell people, "I'm glad to be able to pay the bills, but it comes at a cost to my health, sanity and family."

just the words "more taxes" makes my skin crawl

hope you feel better and don't get sick anytime soon, lol

You could sit down and do a budget where it weighs the pro's and con's of working. I think it was Dr. Dodson who talked about the cost of working being put side by side to the pro's and con's of not working.

The different tax bracket for the household income, the cost of dry cleaning or laundry for special clothes for the work force, the cost of those special clothes aside the cost of normal clothes, shoes, purses, briefcases, hair cuts, make up, hair styling products, jewelry and other accessories, etc... Then add in the cost of child care if there is no way you can get any state assistance to pay for this child care. Most families would qualify that make less than $15 each if they have more than 2 children.

The costs of working and all that goes with that can sometimes be more than the lower paid person can make.

That's the budget you need to do. So you can see for yourself if you are truly bringing in any income or just working to pay for working related expenses.

If you are not making enough money to justify this job then it's time to figure out something else.

If you are in Ireland I have no idea about jobs where you can work opposite hours from hubby. I would probably say go to work for him and bust your hiney helping him build his clientele.

My friend that was an RN was able to quit her nursing home job to go to work for her husband in his mechanic shop and she spent her days answering the phone that would often ring off the hook unanswered because hubby was under a car and had his hands full. His business doubled in the first few months. Then he got offered a job teaching mechanics at the local Vo-Tech school. They are financially more stable due to his monthly check and he still has his shop going. She still manages his shop and sets up his appointments.

They are better off financially due to her quitting because it changed their future. It made him lots more appointments and he worked on the department head of the mechanics school. He liked his work so he offered him the vo-tech job. He now has a stable income plus he works on cars in the evenings and on some weekends.

She goes and works for a friend at craft fairs when she's needed. They are doing much better once she quit work and helped build her families business.