I hate my fucking job.

I just hate it.

I have literally no energy to write in this blog (as you’ve likely noticed). But I need to just say this:

I have been at a ‘new’ job for six months and I bloody hate it.

Let’s just set the record straight: I have over a decade of (unusually vast) experience in my profession. Also, yes, profession. I’m university trained. I got perfect grades in school and have always had a good grasp on my jobs over the years, and have kept my head well above water when I have been thrown into the deep end.

But where I’m at now? I can’t even think about it without feeling sick to my stomach.

I was told that after about three months of learning the ropes (new office, new specialty), I’d have my own files (which is the norm) and be well on my way.

Fast forward six excruciating months, and I’m assisting three other people who share the same job title.

That’s right, I’m the minion assistant to people who have the same title as I have.

Imagine you’re a sports physiotherapist. And you have clients. And you see those athletes and help them and make qualified decisions to get them back on track, and they praise you for it, and you have an excellent track record.

Then one day, you start working at a new clinic. Now you’re going to try your hand at rehabilitation physiotherapy. This is all the same stuff on a basic level, but there’s a learning curve. Some aspects are new to you.

But let’s imagine than instead of gradually taking on clients of your own, you’re made to do nothing but assist the other physiotherapists you work with. You fill in their charts for them (which you’ve done for your own clients millions of times in the past). You make appointments for them (again, not rocket science). You clean off the equipment and sort through their emails and answer their phone.

1. You are learning absolutely nothing about the rehab physio you need to learn so you can do it on your own.

2. You want to gouge your own eyeballs out and throw your computer across the room in a fit of frustration and rage.

So that’s where I’m at. I’m not a physio – that’s just an analogy (apologies to any physical therapists out there who are shaking their heads saying “ummmm you’re totally off base”).

But I am losing my mind.

I work with a bunch of women who nitpick over bullshit that does not matter and who do not teach me anything that helps me become self-sufficient.

I’m drowning in a sea of bullshit monkey work and don’t have two spare minutes to try and read manuals on my own time to figure things out my own way.

I don’t even care that I am grossly overpaid as an “assistant” (literally, they could save half my salary and hire a junior fresh out of school). It’s just too insulting and mind-numbing.

Anyways, today I needed to vent. It’s essentially been exactly 6 months to the day, and I’m at the point where I daydream about walking out of there in response to the next passive aggressive email I get.

Fuck them. So hard.

UGH.

K love you bye.

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