GenderLife Forum: The Information Exchange

The novelty has worn off this working for a living, and I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way (or maybe I am, and they were right when they said I was crazy). Most everyone here seeks that stable employment situation, where you can just work your 8 (or however many hours it actually is) and then go on with your life.

My co-workers seem hell-bent on piling stress on to each day, so that you're somehow lacking as a person if that's what you do. I suppose I should chalk this up to the differences between people, as well as the fact that this is my first real stay in one place and work job, or, at least, the stay in one place and work job I've had the longest, but Je5us5, it's no fun at all when it's one episode of weirdness and/ or aggrivation after another.

Sorry I'm venting. Does anyone else have days like this?

Over my life time I have had numerous jobs. Longest I have spent on one job was 7 yrs, I quit that for stress reasons, on advice of doctor. Usually I get bored with the job, and go find another. Or really hated because of clashes of personalities. Some of them I put up with the stress, because I really needed the money.

Since I have transitioned, and are on HRT. I find I handle stress a lot better, than before.

I have worked in some lumber mills, where I could never figure how someone. Some of them started right out of high school, could be happy pushing a broom for the last 20 yrs. I found working there, way to boring.

Perhaps they had a fascinating inner life.

About ten years ago, I heard a radio interview with a guy who claimed to have one of three books left in existence (two prestigious college libraries supposedly have the other two) written by a man who was a government insider during the President Lincoln years, and it's copyright is supposed to be 1899. Perhaps this insider wanted to leave privileged information for posterity before he died.

Anyway, the gist of the book, according to the interviewee, is that right before the Civil War, the British government wrote Lincoln a letter urging him to end open slavery; that institutions should be established to make "everyone work", and have just enough currency doled out to them each week to where they HAVE to live paycheck-to-check, and therefore ALL people would be slaves and they wouldn't. even. know. it.

I hate capitalism; it's nothing but disguised slavery to keep idle hands busy, when those same hands could be creating and furthering the intelligence, progress and utopia of humankind. . . .

Leaving aside my military service, which was more of a lifestyle than a job, I, too have moved from job to job, once either...
a) boredom,
b) irritation,
c) or a better offer

...came along. If I had to pinpoint the root cause of my utter dissatisfaction for this job, it would have to be those personality clashes...there are times when it seems like my co-workers try to irritate me.

Been in my current job for 5 years and still loving it.
It's hard to think of it as work when you enjoy it.

I've heard prostitution defined as selling yourself for money. How often, in our lives, do we...especially we of the self-made gender...do just that, to serve some other end? I'm ashamed of what I've done, and what I've become, and how I've denied myself, doing a nice, normal, legal, perfectly (utterly) ordinary job, just to have that stable employment situation.

Just so I can concentrate on transition.

Some say that who they were dies when they transition. I won't. Who I am...who I really am...died when I went to work in the grocery store.

Obviously, I'm sad.

What would you prefer to be doing?

I understand this COMPLETELY, Morrigan. This is a slave world/prison planet where most people have to be something they're not in order to survive.

(If any of our "space cousins" are reading this thread: Please blow this planet of failed humanity the fnck up. Do NOT allow the ravages of capitalism to seed the space.)

Dear Alien Civilisations,

If you are indeed reading this, please do not blow up this planet based on the ravings of one deluded nutjob. A lot of us are quite happy and would like to continue existing.

Sincerely,

Cate.