Yeah I said it, all the years of toiling through school ready and rearing to be out in the real world … what was I thinking? The real world sucks.
I am at my first job, I work at a hyper-local small town weekly newspaper and I hate my job.
I was so excited to get a job four days after I graduated in the field I got a degree in. I wouldn’t be serving food, selling clothes or bumming around my parents’ house feeling like a pathetic loser.
No, I was going to be a working lady and it was going to be awesome — and then I started my job.
My first three months were the hardest.
I was told I had to sign a contract stating that I wouldn’t be permitted to work at another news organization within a 60 mile radius when I had clearly said in my interview that I wanted to work at the daily newspaper that has a circulation of over 40,000. As oppose to my paper’s 1,600.
I was compared to my other young coworker and given the name fluff for my news writing skills and she was given the nickname tough. Does anyone else think my nickname is not quite that flattering? I do.
I have a boss who proceeds to tell me that I will not be compensated for leaving work early to go to meetings near my home and that she actually hired me because of where I live rather than my skill level. Even if that was true, why would you tell me that? Ouch!
My boss also has extreme trust issues and is completely absorbed in looking out for No. 1, and no one else. It is evident, it can be hurtful and it is incredibly annoying.
Then there’s the lead writer that works in close proximity to me who is bipolar, clinically bipolar. He blows up all the time. I have never been screamed at by a grown man other than my father until now.
Just yesterday, I was on the phone interviewing someone and he began yelling at me while I was on the phone, then cussing and turning red in the face. Luckily, through this job I’ve learned to stand up for myself and proceeded to turn around, look him in the eye and mouth “I’m on the phone!”
Quitting may seem like the logical answer, but in today’s economy where I’m not guaranteed another job I can’t seem to decided if it would be the best option or not.
To quit or not to quit? That is the question.
For now, I pray for the strength to get through the day and wait for the clock to turn 5.
This is definitely not what I signed up for.