Do I hate my job, or do I just hate work?

You are one of the lucky ones. That was always my dream job, really.

A singing mechanic? :wink:

I dont think it is ever possible to find something you LOVE as a job. Well, it is possible im sure, but not for everyone.

I love my work. ( i say that like i am working now. heheh..im not but when i did work...)
I have been a nurse for the past few years until the last leg of my pregnancy when it was too dangerous . I LOVED IT. i didnt like the typical stuff.. having to actually physically GO to work, dealing with the higher - ups, state regulations etc. . But i loved being a nurse and i wouldnt trade it for the world. When my little pup is old enough , i will return to work. But it took me a long time to make up my mind and alot of job hopping to get there. I have had welllll over 15 jobs in my life. I have worked hotels, restaurants, auto glass, tax companies, you name it. It wasnt until I was 22 that I decided to go back to school. Medicine struck my curiousity so , I picked it thinking I would be a surgeon. I am morbid.. so i wont go into the reasons why I wanted to do that. hehe. BUT it helped me find what I like. Even in school and after I recieved my degree i still job hopped. Holding down a nursing job in one place, moonlighting in a restaurant as a waitress, or grocery store .
I am sure that hopping around helps people find what they like . Though, financially, it isnt a sound thing to do.
Dont be afraid to do though! You never know if you like something unless you try it.

Damn, I was just handed another steaming pile of crap to do, so now I must go back to the bland corporate hell that is my world as it is. Yecchh.

singing and bed hopping.
>sigh<
that would be the life.

Are you still pissing and moaning about your job? Good. Me too.

For my current job, I actually don't mind the work itself (it's the enormous amount of it) and I do verbalize when the powers-that-be heap rubbish on me and wrap me up in red tape. I placate myself with the fact that I can walk at any time I choose and they need me more than I need them (for the moment). My ideal job would be a pub - I would like to own and run a pub. A small one. Maybe in the country in Ireland (if I ever went back). With lots of local business and in a spot that tourists could find me now and again. I'd have help of course - wait staff/bar staff etc., but I do enjoy the business handling and I do like the social aspect of it - hang out whenever I feel like it, drink with the locals, whatnot. I realize it's no pushover of a job, in fact it is pretty busy, but I do think that I would enjoy it for the most part and so, start collecting for the buy-Heeven-a-pub-foundation.

Yeah, I'm still pissing and moaning. Glad you could join me.

I can't send you any money for your pub, but by the time you get it going I should be a down-on-my-luck bum, so I'll be there every morning to drown my sorrows.

I can't wait!

just put it on your tab kicky.
your good for it.

I'll send the boys around to beat the crap out of you if you don't pay your tab. Ah what the hey, I do the beating myself - that's the part of the job I enjoy.

Hey, I got an idea - you bring that truck of yours over and deliver my booze to me - there ya go!

Heeven, you may have inadvertently just given me another serious job possibility! Liquor and/or beer distributors, the drivers who deliver the beer...I never thought of that. I am going to check into it!

Thanks, Heeven!

Goooood question

Some good answers too

What about you, Nimh? What's your take on this? What do you do for work?

I read the first page and the last page, and nothing inbetween. Sounds like you got lots of advice. I think my feelings about work are very much like your feelings about work, kicky. I knew, though, before trying that a desk job wouldn't suit me. Of course, now I've got no retirement money. If you avoid the corporate world, make sure you doing it smart - invest, save, make IRAs, CDs, annuities.....

Beer delivery men make a good amount of money.
you can still afford your mass amounts of porn AND an apt.
wow.. you would have it made. ;-)

The guy who deals crack at my boys middle school just got busted so there's an opening there...big big money....

littlek, good advice. I am not much of a serious investor, but saving and budgeting, that's my thing. I am pretty hardcore disciplined when it comes to making sure I save a certain amount.

Once I get out of this company and settled into my next thing, I'll definitely look into one of them CD-annatuity-thingies...

Shewolf, are you serious? Tell me more!

Seriously, Shewolf, if you know anything about beer delivery, I'd love to hear more. Really. Please. Anything. Please? Come on. Really. Seriously. I'm begging you. Please. Tell me more. Seriously. Really. Please. Seriously...

I'm at retirement age and have no retirement money.

This is a truncated summary, full of gaps. My ex and I are sort of a no fault couple, both frowning, still talk.

After my lab career, I worked for self and others as an independent contractor for quite a while.

I was stupid, but even now I'm not completely sorry. I never cared that much about money, I'd had a chlldhood with long periods of my parents with no and low income (and a few memories of high-ish income, for a while). I was interested in an interesting life and I got one.

I spent my own good money years cheerfully subsidizing my husband as screenwriter wannabe. Not to scoff, he was good and got verrrrry close. Sigh. I just never got how fast life whirls ahead.

He was working for UPS when we were married, had an mfa in playwriting. During my being at l/a school, he wrote from 3 or 4 am til leaving for work.

He stopped the UPS around the time I finished landarch school (I worked 30 hours a week while in school, got near to no sleep). After that, he stayed home writing and doing the house stuff while I worked my way up in landarch.

Just after I passed my boards and we went to Italy, I came back to find out I was going to lose my eyes sometime (it turned out that my rp is very slow and I won't lose them from that particular thing but I didn't learn that for another decade) and flummoxed to adjust to figure what I could do otherwise, like write up my piazza stuff and paint... all of which bored him, he got interested in public relations.. started separating himself (which I sort of understand, part of working out who you are).

I kept landarching, but not at big firms far away, or the big city, because of driving/night; and painting, and he kept screenwriting. Things got close there, re success for him.
Eventually he got a consultant job and started to make some money, and then ... inherited some money.

Suddenly I was much more boring.
He got into investing.
Didn't love me any more.
Yadda yadda.

Actually, it's not all so cut and dried, spiralling blame, but we decided not to do that.

However, on divorce, I didn't go for alimony, for the very real possiblity that I would have to pay him just as I was less able to pull in any serious money.

So... I see working til I drop as a real possibilty.

What I can say about me is that I have a great deal of sticktoit-ness, and some adventurism. Actually a lot of adventurism if you follow my various forays in the odd post here and there. But I was born without the money gene. Two of my uncles were treasurers of Hollywood companies, several Hwd companies. Both of my cousins are financial advisors, one a cpa.

I missed it, I missed it.

This was a background post. Next one is on jobs, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

But you will get Social Security ossobuco, right?

Okay kicky, I'll repeat my question here:

What job do you have in mind?