In a few weeks it will be my twentieth anniversary at my employer. Now you might say, “Twenty years! That’s a long time,” and it might be but it feels like it went in a blink of an eye.
Now here’s the kicker; I hate my job. I not only hate the actual job itself but I hate the managers and the environment I work in. It’s stressful not only because the job is inherently stressful but more so because if you make one little mistake, it could shave years off the reputation you’ve built.
There are cliques, there is favoritism. I could go on and on. And it’s been twenty years of this! I don’t know if it was sheer laziness or if I settled in some way but here I am; twenty years.
