It's been a bitty morning.
Back and forward to the station, back and forward to the vets and back and forward to the dog groomers. The girls at the grooming centre love George . He's so well behaved and polite. when I picked him up, I noted one of the grooming staff battling with a difficult pooch. she looked flushed and all out of sorts- a worker not having a good day I thought.
I stopped at a large supermarket on the way home to treat George to some chicken roll and as I got level to the customer service desk, I noticed an elderly man shouting at the sales assistant. I couldn't get the gist of it, but I did lipread the assistant when he wearily said to a colleague " I hate this fucking job" after the customer had stormed away.
This got me to thinking ....
Have I ever hated my job?
Hummm....well no.......generally as a nurse , although I have hated certain experiences, politics, colleagues and indeed patients , I have always found more to like than to hate at work .
Ok when I was 20, I despised working as a bank clerk at the Nat West with so much bile, that I almost made myself mentally ill and I once walked out of a council summer job after only 6 hours in the role of paddle boat supervisor at Prestatyn's Ffrith Beach when three Liverpudlian teenage girls threw me into the lake . The rest of my thirty five years at work have been relatively happy ones......
So the question for this Monday, is ?
What has been your most hated job?.....and
What was the last straw that made you leave?
George is a groomers' dream
He raises morale