Work....who likes it.

It's a means to an end. Colleagues however, are just people you are forced to spend a lot of time with. Never cross the boundary of thinking they're your friends, they are not to be trusted.

Brits in the workplace will do anything and everything to one up each other for the next bonus or promotion.

I think it's a slippery slope wishing your life away for retirement. Especially at 30yo like me, it's a pipe dream. I know I'll never get to retirement in UK, so it'll be a move abroad for me where I can elongate my life and do more for my money. Every old boy I speak to would swap their life for mine in an instant, there's no substitution for youth.

I used to see a lad in his 70s most mornings walking down to the golf course. I'd be on the way back from the gym ready to start work at 7am, and I found myself feeling envious of this guy as I drove past. Taking a step back and realising he probably thinks the same of my life was the eye opener I needed.
 
Overworked and underpaid in my last two jobs. The Courts in particular were shocking in their treatment of us. The agency staff did more than the permanent employees but were all binned off with cut backs.

In my last role, I had been promised a permanent contract after three months. Seven months later, eventually a zero hours one landed on my desk. I rejected it and was let go yesterday.

I no longer have a mortgage but bills need paying. I receive a little income from a rented property so what I earn doesn’t really matter. I’m having a couple of days to myself to clear my head before starting again.

If you gave me £1500 a month net income then I’d never work again and live a simple life. 43 and will work until I don’t need to.
 
CarlosTevez'sEnglishTutor said:
It's a means to an end. Colleagues however, are just people you are forced to spend a lot of time with. Never cross the boundary of thinking they're your friends, they are not to be trusted.

Brits in the workplace will do anything and everything to one up each other for the next bonus or promotion.

I think it's a slippery slope wishing your life away for retirement. Especially at 30yo like me, it's a pipe dream. I know I'll never get to retirement in UK, so it'll be a move abroad for me where I can elongate my life and do more for my money. Every old boy I speak to would swap their life for mine in an instant, there's no substitution for youth.

I used to see a lad in his 70s most mornings walking down to the golf course. I'd be on the way back from the gym ready to start work at 7am, and I found myself feeling envious of this guy as I drove past. Taking a step back and realising he probably thinks the same of my life was the eye opener I needed.
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I doubt he would. Early morning stroll then a game of golf or going to work at 7...hmmm...hmmm...
 
ell said:
I dislike it, which is better than a few months ago when I absolutely hated it. Went to bed dreading it, woke up dreading it, Sunday ruined from 4pm onwards dreading it. Had to apologies to the wife a couple of times because I was going home in such bad moods about it.

The 2hours a day sat in the car going to and from definitely don't help. As soon as my lottery numbers come up I will never work another day in my life, not enough hours in the day to do the things I enjoy.
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Doesn't sound too clever that mate, and to be honest it puts a lot into perspective.

There's a lot to be said for having a job which you can tolerate, which pays the bills and gives you enough disposable money to live a decent life, but which doesn't add any stress into your life, be it through commuting, the job itself, or the people you work with.

No job is perfect, but the last thing you want is it impacting your life outside of the hours you are actually being paid.
 
Did labouring jobs as a young man. Obviously, I knew it was only temporary. That changes everything. Worked in Longsight for a summer, believe it or not.
Once spent a summer working in a bread factory. The conditions were quite simply a sustained form of violence against the human body, and the human soul. That was an education in itself. Worked with a partner who barely spoke to me through the eight hour shifts (the noise was incredible, anyway, you had to virtually bellow to make yourself heard). He'd been there five years. I was just a tourist, passing through, he knew that, so he didn't respect me. I don't blame him. Maybe he hated me. I used to look at him and think, “You appear to be shackled to this”.
Later, worked in a small publishers, in promotions, out in Barking, Essex. It was ok, but I always saw myself moving on. Absolutely every last one of them was a Hammers fan, they used to give me a terrible ribbing when City had lost on the Monday mornings. A good bunch, by and large. I grew to hate the job after two years, mainly because of the managing director, who was a considerable dickhead. Think David Brent and you're not far off.
When I handed in my notice, I told one of the girls in the typing pool. I quite fancied her, and she was an intelligent girl — again, shackled in her own mind to a typewriter. She was seething with anger, because she could see no way out. Nineteen years old. Was always quite aggressive with me. Anyway, I told her, and I'll never forget the really deep melancholy in her voice as she said, without even looking at me, “Oh… I wish I could do that.”
It's getting on for fifty years on, but I to this day regret not sitting down and saying quietly and firmly to that girl (her name was Nicola), “For God's sake, Nicola. You're nineteen. Do not say to yourself, this is my only option. Take your life in hand. Move…”
It depresses to read some of the posts on here, because I understand them very well. I could have just stayed put. The money was shit at that publishers, but it was comfortable enough, in a soul destroying kind of way. Used to get up early on Saturday mornings to train up to Piccadilly on the football special (when there were such things). Back in the evening. That kept me going.
When I first saw The Office I couldn't really laugh. It was disturbing. It was too close to the bone. That could have been me, or not far off — not Brent, certainly not, but maybe Tim, maybe (horrors) Gareth! Maybe even Dawn. People hanging around, frittering their lives away, day after day, waiting for something to turn up. But it's not going to. And they're all kind of sad in their own way. It is truly pathetic how jubilant Tim is when he gets a tiny promotion, which is almost nothing more than changing his job title.
About ten years ago, I had a dream that I was back at that exact same place. I had found nothing better to with my life than go back there after all those years. They were all still there. They didn't seem in the least surprised to see me, some were even smirking, as if to say “You see? Haha, we knew you'd be back…!” The sense of relief when I woke up and realised it was only a dream cannot be exaggerated.
Anyway, I handed in my notice, and changed my life, radically. But that's another story.
 
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