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Why I hate my job

And by the word ‘job’, I meant the ‘dirty work’ I had to do to earn a monthly salary from some company. And by dirty work, I don’t mean, menial work involving sh!t and dirt and crap. The ‘dirty’ work I meant means having to deal with jackasses, a$$holes and idiots on a daily basis.

If that’s not enough, some more have to put up with people who thinks just because I do what I do, they have the right to ask for favours for this and that. These people are even more irritating than those idiots. At least dealing with idiots, I can rightly ignore their idiocy and forget them.

It’s those people, supposedly ‘friends’, who ask for favours that I absolutely abhor.

I mean, crap, do I look like I care about whatever cause you are fighting for? I have my own causes to fight for but I don’t go around bothering people to ask for favours to do this or that.

Damn. If the favour involved helping a sick, dying person, fine, I don’t mind.

But if it involve having to pull my professional work-strings just so that it ‘may help’ in your cause, then please. My job is to do what I am paid to do, not to use my position in work to help you. Geddit?

It’s bad enough that I have to deal with people who hate me for doing my job and then there are those who expect me to work miracles because of what I do and also my employers’ expectations,then I also have to deal with people who thinks they have the right to ask me to do this or that for them because they think I should?

WTF.

You don’t pay my salary. I don’t effing care about your blardy project / cause/ event/ whatever. I do not have any obligations to help you in your cause because it is none of my blardy business.

One more person ask me for a favour….BEWARE.

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