I Love My Job

I work at a group home for juveniles. I love working there.

I like my co-workers, and for the most part the kids there are pretty good kids. There are a few exceptions but for the most part they're good kids that have just made a few stupid mistakes. And drugs are one of the mistakes that even if you make it once you are screwed. So it's a pretty easy going environment, and I don't actually have to do all that much, and nothing physical at all. Which is a nice change from working at the car wash.

I also like it because when I'm done with work, I'm done with work. I don't usually have to worry about it when I'm not there. I do sometimes think about what happened and what I can do better, but I don't obsess over it. More importantly I don't go to or leave work in a foul mood. I think it's mellowed me out quite a bit. A don't get as upset about things, and I really am not a mean little cuss all the time. I am sometimes, but that's just me. It's just really nice not to be angry all day every day.

When I was working at the car wash, that was my life. I went over every minute of every day, and every customer that I saw, and couldn't let the smallest irritation go. I obsessed on it, and it made me mean. I hated going to work, I hated being at work, I went home and dwelled on how much I hated work. That's not saying I didn't have fun. I some of my best friends worked there with me and we did some fun/crazy things. But when I wasn't with them, or when we all had a crappy day, that's just how it was. I giant load of crap. It wasn't fun, I was always angry, and everyone around me knew it. I don't know why I stayed that there that long. Or why I fooled myself into thinking it was so great being there. Everything is 20/20 in hind site.

I don't know. But someone once told me if you hate going to your job 3 days in a row, you should look for another job. I think I might just have to stick to that from here on out. It sure does seem to be true.