I’m in an Abusive Relationship…With My Job

And I’m plotting my escape

Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash

I love to work. I really do. I’ve been a workaholic all my life, and I’ve done a damn good job at everything I’ve done.

But I’ve never been a fan of Working For The Man, so when my part-time employer offered me a full-time job, I waffled — big time. I mean, I could handle this soul-sapping job part-time, but full-time? Hmm, dunno.

I figured I’d give it a year. Because, well, benefits. Sigh.

It’s been a year and a half. And I hate it. Hate. It. But benefits.

I have a gazillion interests, and I’m smart. I’m definitely more of an entrepreneurial/freelance type. I have several side hustles — but all together they don’t quite pay the bills.

Still, the full-time gig cramps my style. If I had more time, would my side hustles be more lucrative? Perhaps. I suppose that is the big question, and the big gamble.

Sigh.

Have I mentioned I hate my freaking JOB?

Now I won’t bore you with the particulars, but suffice to say everyone I work with hates the job too. I actually try to find some satisfaction with the work, and I’m really good at it — but when surrounded by overwrought sighing, constant complaining, and low-quality output by the…