What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger…right?
04 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
in My Job Tags: apostaday2011, desire, job, quitting, work
We all have our burdens to bear…financial, emotional, spiritual…I am sure the list could go on and on and on. We face struggles every day and most days…MOST days…we get through and we move on. For the larger part of our lives, we face the challenges head on and move on.
I have ALWAYS been a strong woman. Very little gets under my skin, because…in all reality…who the fuck cares???? I don’t give a shit if you wear pink pants and green shirts…it does not affect MY LIFE. I see so many people get worked up over the dumbest things…things that will NEVER EVER affect their lives. Some quote somewhere says “Your opinion of me is none of my business” and that is so true. I make the choices for me life, not you. You make the choices for your life, not me. I can not affect your choices as much as I can not change the gravitational pull of the moon. You are going to do what you are going to do, no matter what.
Lately, I have found that smaller and smaller things are becoming bigger and bigger. I work in a job that is fast paced and high demand. The travel industry is a workplace that is non stop action…24/7. Ask anyone who is in the travel industry and they will tell you the same. Even in the “down times” it is still busy…there is always planes coming and going. There are always people to check in, sell tickets to and baggage to tag. There is constant action. 364 days out of 365 we do our jobs, planes come in and planes go out. That 365th day…that’s the day it all goes to shit.
I work for a company that hates their passengers. I work for a company that hates their employees even more. If you know who I work for, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about. From December 24th to 28th…It was a non stop barrage of people, planes, baggage, delays, oversales, heavy bags, late passengers, missed flights…oh my god the list was long. I started most days at 6 am or 4 am…early early…I am getting up to go to work when many people are just going to bed.
Over the past 2 weeks…I truly thought that not only was this not making me any stronger, it was in fact…killing me. Killing my desire to go to work, killing my desire to fight for the right people, killing my desire to give the kind of customer service I know is RIGHT…and what’s moral…should be legal…but the slippery snake I work for doesn’t do moral or right or even remotely legal.
I don’t know how these people can sleep at night or how they can face themselves in the mirror each day. I would bet…every single cent I have that if anyone treated their daughters, sons, mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers and grandparents the way they treat people…the would never stand for it…but yet, the cannibalize the people who work for them.
I decided today, it won’t kill me and as a matter of fact, it will make me stronger. It will increase my desire to be the employee I want to be…regardless of the company I work for. It will increase my desire to find my own way and on the day I quit, I will be followed with a resounding…FUCK YOU.
Momma
