I know I haven’t posted anything in a long time but this is the only place I can think of to vent at the moment. If people that follow my Twitter and Facebook accounts are actually reading this then just be keep in mind that while I believe these problems are benign compared to a number of other concerns for others around me or in the world it’s still aggravating as hell. Also, I’m not asking for pity. Nor am I asking for someone to tell me it’ll be okay because God knows when that’s something I wanted for some time I now acknowledge the fact these problems only occur because I let them and it’s somewhat my fault that I let them happen to me.
So here is my problem: my job (as in my position) feels like a joke and I’m not laughing.
I was going to make a full rant on everything that is wrong but I can paraphrase it everything that went through my head. No matter what I do it I keep asking “What is the point?” The store, between different positions of the crew, is being operated by a bunch of clowns (how appropriate considering that I work at a McDonald’s) and no matter how many times we (another person and myself) tell them they won’t listen to us. Why should they? They don’t care. I know they don’t care. If they actually gave a damn then we wouldn’t have to repeat the same lines ten times over. Even reaching a 100 times they still won’t give a damn. And what’s worst is that this is beyond damage control without causing further damage to contain any of the problems.
The reason why I’m writing this and posting on this Facebook (where some people I’ve met in real life are on) would read this and at least see my point instead of verbally explaining this is because talking is a problem in of itself. I can’t express my feelings by speaking. It doesn’t happen. I can tell people what’s going on, what to do, explain things, but when it comes to my feelings it won’t happen. I think I know why: because some people won’t shut up and let me talk. They either fill in the blanks of what they didn’t grasp, don’t understand what I’m saying (mostly because my words are a jumble of words in a nonsensical sentence that run by too fast), or just interrupt me because they think they know. These are the reasons why I think I silent most of the time, but that just leads into problems in of itself. The worst thing they could do, and the most offensive thing they can do, is speak on my behalf as though they know what’s on my mind. If they feel obligated to speak for me then the only thing they should say is that I’m not working for the shits and giggles.
That’s it for my ranting, if you’re from Facebook don’t take too much offensive from it.
While I’m at it I guess I should go over my New Year’s resolution: I have none. I’m not going to some expectation I have force myself to do. Doing things as planned never worked for me in my adult life and I don’t intend to put any pressure on my life just to meet some quota I set up to feel better about myself. The only thing I want out of life is just to enjoy what I have in life and play my damn games.
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