I dont know why im posting this.

I posted one in the lounge too, must be desperation.

Have any of you just all of a sudden, had enough of your job?

Something clicks and you just cant do it anymore?

That happened today.

Im so sick of being spoken down to, typing up shitty letters and spending an hour stuck on the bus trying to get home.

Sorry to whinge guys, one of those days.

I was just thinking the same thing. Not so much because I am being put on but because I am just moving numbers around a spreadsheet that I don't understand, that don't mean anything and my boss's boss is unable to communicate to me (communicate anything to anyone actually) what I am supposed to be doing. If it wasn't for the fact that they are paying me an obscene amount of money I would be grabbing my coat. Why can't I be on my way to Heathrow right now?!

Understand totally - hence when I felt I was close enough to be able to stop work I did. Had a really really crappy boss who could ruin a week let alone a day.

I didn't realise how badly work affected me until I stopped. I feel 2 inches taller and can sleep at night not dreaming about work.

Just keep your fingers crossed that the visa is acoming otherwise I am truly up sh*t creek!

Go make some wax dolls of those who piss you off and have a good poke with something sharp!

Sympathy oozing from my every pore (eeerh, that sounds not how its meant to!)

Kate

Im not even being paid and obscene amount.

My job is not right it really isnt.

Im on £9.00 an hour and take more crap than my dog passes in a day.

I dont know worzel I really don't. I just want something nice to happen to me.

Send me that spreadsheet and I shall cock it up for you and I will send you my letters for you to type.

That will give the bastards something to moan at.

If anyone out there has long arms, I so need a hug.

I've not so much 'had enough of my job' but the passion isn't there anymore! I run my own department, and the worst thing is that the people in my dept know how I feel.

When people know you are leaving and you won't be around in a month or so, they stop involving you in decision making, brainstorming, etc! Bit of a loose cog really!

Thus, I'm logged onto BE 9-6!

Rob

know how you feel Sam. I had that feeling once....so I handed my notice in and left the next week. My job was like plate spinning with bone china, with someone constantly trying to knock the plates off......if that makes sense!
I had no support at all from my boss...she was a complete and utter she-devil who expected the entire world of you....yesterday!

So I for one wouldn't blame you at all if you chucked your towel in NOW!!

One consolation - It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! woo hoo!!

Petra

If it's any comfort to you....I was paid £6!!!!!

Here's a hug for ya

also in the same boat.. fed up with the same c**p everyday... just wanna get our house sold, our stuff in the container and on it's way and us on our way to Heathrow!!

shall have a few this weekend...

soooo glad it's Friday!!!!

Come and sit on my lap and let me caress you with my paws Sam.
Remember we need the shite in life to appreciate the good.

The shite can be flushed when the time is right...you hold the chain so save it until you are ready.

Hugs Sam. Tried to karma you but i have to spread it first

Chin up chickie, we all have them days

(ps, you could always get a poster of Celine and chuck darts at it)

Sam, you know that your REAL job is posting interesting & funny stories on Expats, the other stuff is just supposed to give you inspiration isn't it??

Bix is right, so I hope you get your motivation back soon - what can we do to help - post some one-liners to make you smile?

It must be nearly lunchtime in London so have a drink
xx

Fancy a bone Sam ?

Trust you!

Lol

Nice comparison Bixie babes.

I wish I could be paid to write on here I really do.

My boss is nice but its the wrong job for me and that sums it up.

Funny, when I am writing at home, I can be on my computer for 8-9 hours and lose track of time. It doesnt seem like work to me at all.

In fact, when it comes to writing, I could do with longer days. I could type all night if it were possible.

Why does each hour in this job seem like a day?

We cant mention Celine, I am trying to 'detox' my hatred for her.

Not easy though, bloody horseface.

I would seriously dry up and die without BE. Its what keeps me going in my job. If it were blocked then I dont know what I would do.

My colleague laughs at me. she knows Im on here, cos my typing speeds go up from 50wpm to 70wpm when Im on here, and I laugh to myself too. Dont care who is watching either.

Im not afraid.

Shit. Please someone somewhere send me something life changing.

In a minute, any minute now, I shall run into one of our function rooms and expose myself. Purely for reaction.

PMSL, go on, dare ya