I hate my job

This is stupid, I need to change directions with this blog thing before I bore myself to sleep.

Have I mentioned lately that I hate my job? I mean literally, seriously hate my job!?! I can come to work in the morning in a good/great, even just an ok mood and by the end of the day I want to punch someone. I feel like the guy from Office Space. I don’t like my job so I’m just not going to go there anymore. Really, why should I stay late and work my ass off and get nothing for it, when I can just get by with the bare minimum and suffer no consequences for it? Bad Karma, I know, but other than that what’s the point? At least when I felt appreciated I actually got something out of it. Now, I feel like nobody really gives a shit either way. In the end I know they just see it as me being a cry baby that won’t shut up about wanting a laptop. That’s fine though, that just proves to me that they really don’t understand how freakin’ hard I work (ummm worked) for them and how much more productive I would be if I could take my work home when necessary. I’m done with those days of staying late to get everything done. I mean once in awhile it’s fine, but when it happens every week it gets a little old. I am now at a point where I feel I will never catch up, so why even try? It just makes me more angry and frustrated when I’m at the end of the day with a list of things to do that does not include the 100’s of emails in my inbox that I still need to weed through. It’s a joke, it truly is. That’s why I can smile when I say I hate my job! It’s so sad it’s funny! If only the management actually cared …