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Experience with my first job

Hello there! I want to share with you some of my experience, and my current view of jobs. First, I'm going to introduce myself. I'm 21 yo, I'm from Colombia, also live there, and I'm a mathematics degree student. My story begins about seven months ago, I started to work in a science interactive museum as a cultural guide. It sounded great, I thought it could improve my skills, and was my first job experience. “I just have to talk with people about topics that I like, it can't be that bad”. When I started to work there I understand that I was wrong. Yes, I had to talk with people about topics that I like, but I was obligated to talk with EVERY visitor that was in the museum even if they didn't want to hear me. There was some kind of supervisor that looks if you're doing your…


Hello there! I want to share with you some of my experience, and my current view of jobs.

First, I'm going to introduce myself. I'm 21 yo, I'm from Colombia, also live there, and I'm a mathematics degree student. My story begins about seven months ago, I started to work in a science interactive museum as a cultural guide. It sounded great, I thought it could improve my skills, and was my first job experience. “I just have to talk with people about topics that I like, it can't be that bad”.

When I started to work there I understand that I was wrong. Yes, I had to talk with people about topics that I like, but I was obligated to talk with EVERY visitor that was in the museum even if they didn't want to hear me. There was some kind of supervisor that looks if you're doing your job, and if they didn't see you talking with some visitor, they argue you because you weren't doing your job. (The supervisors treated us very badly. I hated them).

Some visitors were great, especially kids that want to learn about something; however most of them felt uncomfortable with you, and I understand them, if I were in a museum I don't want some guy talking to me when I didn't ask for. My self-esteem started to go down, to the point that when I could omit to talk out of the job, I did it. Sometimes when I was talking, my voice cut, and my breath was agitated. I lost almost seven kg of weight. I felt that a day was a week. And I experimented with some depression episodes.

I leave the job two weeks ago, but I can't stop thinking that it was an “easy” job, it was supposed to be something that I could like, but at the and, I hate it. Currently, I don't know where I want to work, or even if I want to do that again. Eventually, I have to, but to be honest, I don't want to waste my life doing something that consumes it.

Thanks for reading.

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