THE BOSS ON THE JOB
THE BOSS ON THE JOB
Most people hate their jobs.
It is a rare occasion to hear anyone talking about loving their job.
Most working class complain about their pay, their co-workers, the company, or the rules. But it is the boss that gets hated the most.
No matter how hard we all try we just can't seem to love what we do from Monday through Friday.
I wake up and really try to start my day on a positive note, but then I find myself in traffic surrounded by angry, sleepy people with the same irritations as me.
"Do you really have to honk your loud horn at me?" I knew the light was green and was daydreaming for just a few seconds. Did you really have to do that?
If that jarring incident was not bad enough, the guy continued to tailgate me with his bright lights on. He kept honking his horn for no reason at all. "Hey, I thought, you are going to work just like me." "Are you in that big of a hurry to get to your job?" He must be that rare one that loves his job.
Then at work my boss didn't greet me with the expected "good morning."
I started to hate him already.
As I stared at the mounds of paperwork he placed on my desk, he begins to remind me of the dead line I had to meet, which was at the end of the day! Then he wanted me to pick up his lunch at the Deli across the street. "And when was I supposed to eat my lunch," I fumed! "Would I be paid overtime to do that?" I asked.
As I sat at my desk, I became angry that I was just one of the rats in the rat race like everyone else, working for the big cheese and not getting a nibble of praise on a job well done.
Then I perked up remembering it was pay day.
When I got my paycheck, I kept looking at it and after five minutes the net amount was still the same. It was barely enough pay bills and buy groceries. It is never enough to have any fun with, but the boss is going golfing this afternoon. How fair is that?
I keep hearing others say, "It will get better." " When would it get better?" I thought. How would they know things would get better when they themselves don't know.
I accepted an invitation to go to the pub with a couple of my co-workers after work. "It's pay day," they cheerfully announced. The music was loud, the laughter was uplifting, while we sipped on our beers.
We grumbled about our day, and I was really getting into this wild mood. I bought pizza for everyone, forgetting my paycheck blues. "Cheers." as we joined together singing "It will get better." Here we go again with that again.
After listening to my phone messages, I finally got my perfect job, which I interviewed for.
Then I remembered H.H. Getter stating, "You can't change other people. You can only change yourself."
H.H. Getter was right.
I felt a sick day coming on. Oh yes, good by Monday, hello new job and hello new boss!
Maria Hamilton is a Registered Nurse and an Internet Marketer specializing in online income producing programs.
To learn more about the program that is allowing Maria to quit her job and earn a substantial income online, visit her site:
http://www.easydollarincome.com for details.
Most people hate their jobs.
It is a rare occasion to hear anyone talking about loving their job.
Most working class complain about their pay, their co-workers, the company, or the rules. But it is the boss that gets hated the most.
No matter how hard we all try we just can't seem to love what we do from Monday through Friday.
I wake up and really try to start my day on a positive note, but then I find myself in traffic surrounded by angry, sleepy people with the same irritations as me.
"Do you really have to honk your loud horn at me?" I knew the light was green and was daydreaming for just a few seconds. Did you really have to do that?
If that jarring incident was not bad enough, the guy continued to tailgate me with his bright lights on. He kept honking his horn for no reason at all. "Hey, I thought, you are going to work just like me." "Are you in that big of a hurry to get to your job?" He must be that rare one that loves his job.
Then at work my boss didn't greet me with the expected "good morning."
I started to hate him already.
As I stared at the mounds of paperwork he placed on my desk, he begins to remind me of the dead line I had to meet, which was at the end of the day! Then he wanted me to pick up his lunch at the Deli across the street. "And when was I supposed to eat my lunch," I fumed! "Would I be paid overtime to do that?" I asked.
As I sat at my desk, I became angry that I was just one of the rats in the rat race like everyone else, working for the big cheese and not getting a nibble of praise on a job well done.
Then I perked up remembering it was pay day.
When I got my paycheck, I kept looking at it and after five minutes the net amount was still the same. It was barely enough pay bills and buy groceries. It is never enough to have any fun with, but the boss is going golfing this afternoon. How fair is that?
I keep hearing others say, "It will get better." " When would it get better?" I thought. How would they know things would get better when they themselves don't know.
I accepted an invitation to go to the pub with a couple of my co-workers after work. "It's pay day," they cheerfully announced. The music was loud, the laughter was uplifting, while we sipped on our beers.
We grumbled about our day, and I was really getting into this wild mood. I bought pizza for everyone, forgetting my paycheck blues. "Cheers." as we joined together singing "It will get better." Here we go again with that again.
After listening to my phone messages, I finally got my perfect job, which I interviewed for.
Then I remembered H.H. Getter stating, "You can't change other people. You can only change yourself."
H.H. Getter was right.
I felt a sick day coming on. Oh yes, good by Monday, hello new job and hello new boss!
Maria Hamilton is a Registered Nurse and an Internet Marketer specializing in online income producing programs.
To learn more about the program that is allowing Maria to quit her job and earn a substantial income online, visit her site:
http://www.easydollarincome.com for details.
