tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post7639605615534247541..comments2024-03-28T10:07:27.559+00:00Comments on Going Gently: " Hating Your Job"John Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-70088078563625368492015-10-29T03:08:47.953+00:002015-10-29T03:08:47.953+00:00MMlyndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10273483704912191189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51170530456497619212015-10-28T12:26:06.911+00:002015-10-28T12:26:06.911+00:00Wasn't in my case, I was at an underground rad...Wasn't in my case, I was at an underground radar screen and I was just the assistant, not the actual controller. We were controlling fighters and refuelling tankers rather than commercial aircraft, so I guess less stressful. Stress is just the worst thing, no-one should have to live with it.Sue Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16463317651625459406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-36368121941402362842015-10-28T05:39:11.435+00:002015-10-28T05:39:11.435+00:00Interesting idea, Shadowmoss.Interesting idea, Shadowmoss.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51745392419996890372015-10-28T01:53:27.315+00:002015-10-28T01:53:27.315+00:00I had to help the 'guide' the boars into t...I had to help the 'guide' the boars into the sows. Funny how all the male workers always showed up when it was time to breed a sow! T.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-62320131653974782712015-10-27T18:40:04.594+00:002015-10-27T18:40:04.594+00:00For a short time, I worked in a traditionally male...For a short time, I worked in a traditionally male-dominated profession and where I was one of very few females. 'Water cooler' talk consisted mainly of birds, sport and cars. While the job was challenging, both physically and mentally, I felt fairly isolated. At the New Year mark, I had had enough and threw in the towel.Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-90606249283311419002015-10-27T15:26:53.606+00:002015-10-27T15:26:53.606+00:00I'm really not good with all the corporate bol...I'm really not good with all the corporate bollocks or snide green uniforms that clash with my hair lolDawn rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16658109186284804182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61250802186098146912015-10-27T15:18:13.089+00:002015-10-27T15:18:13.089+00:00I keep thinking that volunteering to read books th...I keep thinking that volunteering to read books that are recorded for the blind could be fun. I had a temporary contract for a municipal library and the section for the deaf and hard of hearing had a studio for volunteers to read magazines and books so they could be listened to.Shadowmosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17302898633500446571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-27699030949621337052015-10-27T14:10:43.166+00:002015-10-27T14:10:43.166+00:00I guess I should have said I didn't hate the j...I guess I should have said I didn't hate the job but I did hate my boss. ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-60786217411727695772015-10-27T14:08:34.654+00:002015-10-27T14:08:34.654+00:00.... is it wrong to think I might have liked this ....... is it wrong to think I might have liked this job :-)Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-23891948998495456142015-10-27T14:07:27.625+00:002015-10-27T14:07:27.625+00:00Woop, woop ... I'm a winner ..... happy clappy...Woop, woop ... I'm a winner ..... happy clappy dance all around the office .... ;-)Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-62978156783551169122015-10-27T10:36:50.527+00:002015-10-27T10:36:50.527+00:00Isnt air control one of the MOST stressful jobs on...Isnt air control one of the MOST stressful jobs on earth?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61799957424914911282015-10-27T10:35:58.521+00:002015-10-27T10:35:58.521+00:00Good reply susan .. And a lesson for us all me thi...Good reply susan .. And a lesson for us all me thinksJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-58664096032154163542015-10-27T10:34:58.861+00:002015-10-27T10:34:58.861+00:00Bloody hell.....Bloody hell.....John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-15282676661310257132015-10-27T08:22:30.567+00:002015-10-27T08:22:30.567+00:00I was teaching a year 2 class in London, and we go...I was teaching a year 2 class in London, and we got a new headteacher at the Easter holidays. He took against me immediately. He insisted that I was a "failing" teacher, despite me having consistently good observations from the school and OFSTED, children who were all forecast (and achieved) beyond their initial predictions, and a good relationship with my colleagues. He decided to "observe and support" me every week until he found a lessons that wasn't brilliant (my TA had to leave 5 minutes before the lessons to pick up her sick daughter, so I had 5 minutes to redo the lesson) and he used it as an excuse to start discussing capability procedure. I resigned, and got a new job immediately, putting my reference down as my previous headteacher. Not a problem for 2 months, but 2 weeks before the end of term I was rung by my new school and told that the job wasn't available to me any longer as there was an issue with references. It turns out that the headteacher from the new school, and the current head had had an interesting conversation at the headteacher LA meeting the day before. So I did 6 months supply, got a new job at the Christmas and the day I was offered that I was also offered a permanent position at the school I was supplying at. As it transpired, my year 2 position had been filled by a teacher who was having an affair with the head. FoodieAlisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11701232929073123282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-54308889747823667822015-10-27T08:14:43.268+00:002015-10-27T08:14:43.268+00:00My husband had a breakdown in his last job. The co...My husband had a breakdown in his last job. The company kept opening up and closing down offices so we were moved around the UK 5 times in 18 months. It was move or lose your job. As they made more and more people redundant, those kept on were expected to cover the work of those who had left so in effect, my husband was doing the work of three people. Then he was expected to travel to meetings several hours away up to 3 or 4 times a week, and only managed a few hours sleep a night. He became ill and exhausted and the company didn't want to know. After three months off sick, spent sleeping and occasionally crying, I persuaded him to hand in his notice, which he wasn't comfortable about, but it was the best thing he ever did. We put the house on the market, moved back up to Scotland, and he took a temporary job until he got a permanent one. Health comes first!SusanMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09622557936441532144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-40283832593328044222015-10-27T08:06:08.858+00:002015-10-27T08:06:08.858+00:00So many round pegs in square holes it seems. My jo...So many round pegs in square holes it seems. My jobs seem to have become progressively worse over the years, started off in the air force as assistant air traffic controller, then a self employed gardener while the kids were at school, then Sterile Services in the local hospital (liked that one, it appealed to my technical abilities), another gardening person, also like that but left when the place was taken over by a bullying nutcase, and finally a cafe worker which was an unbelievable slog, at the same time as being advertising salesperson. The one I least liked was as advertising sales person. Trying to flog advertising space over the phone to people who really don't want it, trying to convince them that it works when you know that's a lie too, I really hated it, I don't tell lies easily, or at all in fact it's just not in me. Stuck it out till retirement though, and I have to say, retirement is the best job of all, love it! I'm my own boss, I can do whatever I want when I want, just great.Sue Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16463317651625459406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42478594246276643922015-10-27T07:58:37.225+00:002015-10-27T07:58:37.225+00:00No job, however well-paid, should expect you to li...No job, however well-paid, should expect you to lick the petrol pumps. That's just cruel...<br />Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01456473594842815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-75995899538674887232015-10-27T07:57:34.101+00:002015-10-27T07:57:34.101+00:00I lasted 4 months in a bank, including working a m...I lasted 4 months in a bank, including working a month's notice! SusanMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09622557936441532144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-80614312723958933072015-10-27T07:04:37.068+00:002015-10-27T07:04:37.068+00:00It does indeed; still shorts and t-shirt weather h...It does indeed; still shorts and t-shirt weather here!Hannah Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05757514858869690693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-62525960522257406192015-10-27T05:10:42.362+00:002015-10-27T05:10:42.362+00:00Working at a piggery. I liked my sows, but hated t...Working at a piggery. I liked my sows, but hated the conditions for both them and me, and the other workers were brutish. I'd moved to a small country town to take the job and the pay was so shit, i couldn't really afford to leave it again. What ended it was being gored by a boar in the stomach. I went back to work when it healed, but they told me I'd lost my nerve (I didn't think I had!) and sacked me. Then they gave me all the very worst jobs to do to work out my notice (and in a piggery, those are very bad jobs indeed) but when the manager found me in the runt pen with piglets asleep in my lap (I'd been dying to cuddle those poor babies ever since I started there) he told me I'd better not even bother to finish my notice. That was bloody ok by me! Ever since, when I don't like a job, I remind myself that it's still better than that bloody piggery! T.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-15935921438073556632015-10-27T03:43:51.106+00:002015-10-27T03:43:51.106+00:00My daughter worked at a temporary positionsduring ...My daughter worked at a temporary positionsduring her summer vacations while attending college. She got a months assignment at a small family run business. The first day, the son of the owner came out of his office in a rage and went to each and every one of the staff and told them how he hated them. When he got to Heather, he said, I don't know you yet, but I am sure I will grow to hate you also. She did not give him that chance and quit that day.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-37605510320207270012015-10-27T02:24:28.035+00:002015-10-27T02:24:28.035+00:00My first big job was at California's Dept. of ...My first big job was at California's Dept. of Motor Vehicles (DMV). Even though it was swing shift and we were in a huge basement room with no customer contact, there was a strict dress code. Women had to wear nylons with a dress, no tennis shoes, etc. I was maybe 1 of 3 women in the room of over 100 who did not smoke cigarettes. I hated every minute of that job, but the last straw was when I took a sick day to have a wisdom tooth pulled and when I got back the stupidvisor told me to open my mouth so she could be sure that's really why I took the day off. The only thing that offset all the nastiness was that we were keying paper DMV records into the computer system for the first time. Once in a while you'd get a movie star's driving records to snoop through. That was cool.<br />Jan Blawathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06697621979002856884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-57268123949432002172015-10-26T23:18:29.253+00:002015-10-26T23:18:29.253+00:00Jhummm there's a lot of " mad fuckers&quo...Jhummm there's a lot of " mad fuckers" around xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51078274837870326932015-10-26T23:17:20.874+00:002015-10-26T23:17:20.874+00:00In my early 20s I worked in a day therapy centre f...In my early 20s I worked in a day therapy centre for adults with profound intellectual disabilities. After 3 years the wonderful manager left and a new manager was installed. The new manager was deeply disturbed with mental health issues and a substance abuse problem. This was a horrible time with a lot of her disturbing behaviours. Deeply ironic considering we working with very challenging young people. It got so bad that I had to leave and I applied for another job. I told the manager I had applied for the job and what is was. Several days later, at night at home she rang me. She told me that she had applied for the same job that I had applied for and she said she would be really upset if she didn't get the job. Fast forward and I happily got the job. I then was so worried what she would do when she was told. She was told she didn't get the job but I did . She then did not come to work for several days and stated she could not deal with me. She was one mad fucker and I am glad this was years ago. Working with disturbed young people with a mad manager was just way to much . I was so happy to start another job. Leishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88730970235269970012015-10-26T22:52:43.102+00:002015-10-26T22:52:43.102+00:00I absolutely agree
Its the people that make OR BRE...I absolutely agree<br />Its the people that make OR BREAK workJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.com