The "My job sucks" thread

being retired on medical grounds doesnt suck, well not unless SWMBO is around and then only in a good way (most of the time) theres so many books available and I still havent played even half of my steam catalogue of games (those bargain bundles you buy for the one game cos it was cheaper than just buying the game you wanted and gave you 40 more) not to mention theres so much you can read online about just about any subject, then theres time to cook (I pretend I cant clean though to make the rest of think I need them) and of course theres the fact that my entire family didnt know I could cook... I spent 16 years with them all despairing every time I had to cook making nasty 10 minute multi can surprise becasue I had no time to do a proper dinner when I was working and running around after everyone else... so theres that as well

even despite the few downsides to my old job it didnt suck, oh it had its days and there were times I thoroughly hated it (like stuck out in some shithole knee deep in wet snow half frozen and counting the days till my tour was over) but even then as soon as you got back in base there was beer, hot food and camaraderie so all was forgiven until the next day

What’s it like at EA? 

You can do that even without winning a lottery...remember...if you're financially challenged, you're crazy...but if you're rich, you're eccentric.   

Oh, you kids are ridiculous...

Pretty sure I have talked about work on several occasions

All things considered my job does not suck. At first it may sound like a sucky boring job, being stuck in a boring office all day long having to deal with idiotic customers and sales departments, and yes, its well below my qualifications but hey - its warm and dry in here, there are no health risks, there is no bad smells, its not physically exhausting work so I have enough energy to serious weight lifting and I earn enough money to even afford some hobbies.   

Does not sound so bad at all!

Here goes:

My day begins as follows:

- Get up at 4:45am

- Walk to bus stop.

- 20 minute bus ride (actually the nicest part of the daily commute, because it's very early, and the bus is not busy)

- Train station. Wait of between 10 and 35 minutes for the train, depending on how late it is. This varies from day-to-day. The longest delay is typically around 35 minutes, the shortest around ten. The average delay time is around 15 minutes.

Trains in the UK are not like the trains of other countries. Busy commuter routes are typically run by a kind of train called a Pacer. This is an early 1980s-era rolling stock originally created as bus chassis, and later adapted for use on railways. The carriages have only the most rudimentary suspension, and tend to be very noisy, smelly, cramped, uncomfortable and freezing cold in winter. A commuter 'Pacer' train typically consists of two carriages, and by mid-journey is filled absolutely to capacity, with commuters jammed in like sardines in a tin.



At this point I have four options:

1) Sit on an unoccupied seat (possible, because my station is early in the route, and the train is not yet packed)
2) Sit next to someone else
3) Stand in the aisles.

The seats are laid out in a 3-2 configuration, meaning that one side of the train has seating designed to hold three people sitting abreast, the other side has seating designed for two people. All are narrow, cramped, uncomfortable with minimal leg room. All smell strongly of excrement due to the nearby broken toilet.

Results of 1): I eventually end up with a massive great big, burly 'alpha male-style' man crammed in next to me for the duration of the journey. These 'alpha mongrels' are absolutely obsessed with the notion of claiming as much territory as humanly possible, and do their very best to physically occupy as much room on the seat as they are able - spreading their legs impossibly wide in the mistaken belief that they are suffering from elephantiasis of the testicles. I end up squished like a bug against the window, unable to move, with the oxygen slowly crushed from my lungs - while the very essence of maleness, that absolute, testosterone-soaked nexus of the human male inflicted upon every cell of my being for almost two hours.

Results of 2): I end up with the same 'alpha mongrel' standing in the aisle above my position on the seat. As the train becomes busier, and the squeeze intensifies, his big, manly backside inches gradually closer to my face until only a bare millimeter separates us.

Results of 3): I am the filling in an 'alpha mongrel' sandwich. Compressed and compacted, like a junked car in an autocrusher.

NEVER, BUT NEVER, BUT NEVER, BUT NEVER - EVEN IF YOU HAVE LOST THE USE OF YOUR LEGS SIT IN THE THREE-PERSON SEAT.

Death is preferable to spending two hours sat down in a deathly sandwich combination of options 1 and 3, but this time with absolutely no hope of escape.

The train rattles onward, stopping at every station, and gradually taking on crushing hordes of humanity. The journey is supposed to take around an hour and forty five minutes, but typically, given the delays it takes just under two hours.

Finally, bruised, battered, covered head to toe in male human pheromones that no amount of washing can ever remove, we arrive in the city. Beaten, broken, humiliated and defeated. my spirit compacted like a mote we disembark. 

All that remains is the seventeen-minute trudge to the office.......within which the true horror begins.

depends on what school your going too, around near me most schools have moved over towards digital books to save on space and dont even have a librarian since all the teachers and the schools reception desk cover the jobs (mostly becasue modern kids are pampered wimps who couldn't carry around the text books) heck a large chunk of our public libraries are more internet café and e-reader leasing stations than they are physical books, our local one even has all the old fiche products digitised and stored in their NAS box which can be accessed via the internet café it also runs (so you actually have to pay for access to any research stuff) a shame really since physical books are much nicer to use

librarian is really a dying trade given the constant push towards digitisation and minimalism...  be better off using your degree in some other way unless you live in Hicksville where internet isnt available and physical books are the only option...

Ugh, even after telling you what a librarian does, you continue to show your ignorance, I won't waste my breath.

Best librarian tbh