RANT/OFF MY CHEST:
I hate my job. I’m an HR Generalist and I hate it. No amount of money is worth being severely stressed out every single fucking day. I loathe it. The only day I’m able to enjoy is Saturdays as Sundays bring so much anxiety for the week to come I can’t enjoy anything else. I cry at least once a week. I don’t want to climb the corporate ladder. I don’t want more responsibilities. I don’t give a fuck about the executives. I could give two fucks about reports and metrics. Everything is urgent as if someone is dying and it’s fucking ridiculous. “Aren’t you paid well? Don’t you work from home” I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! Being this stressed out so a mother fucker can go on his 6th vacation this year? I have no desire to see family or friends. No desire to do errands or clean my house. I have no desire to do fucking anything like a normal human being. I’m severely depressed due to this job. Burnt out is beyond an understatement, there’s not a word created yet to describe the despair I feel Sunday-Friday.
I have been in HR for 7 years, Generalist for 3, I’m done.