i'm 20 and hate my job already. it's not the worst, but for various reasons, i'm unhappy. it's my first job and i've had a difficult time adjusting to the work environment. it's starting to affect my performance.
i work at a library and don't see the point in most things i do. nobody cares about book displays or this or that. people don't show up for our events much anymore – we often have events that no one ends up attending. what's the point when no one cares? besides, i work to live, not live to work.
my supervisor talks to me the way she talks to her 9-year-old son. some of us are “afraid” of messing up because she'll use that tone even with coworkers around her age.
i had my six month evaluation and the verdict was “work harder – or you're gone in 60-90 days”. one of my deficiencies was that i often seem like i'm going through the motions. no shit, i'm depressed and the world is crumbling apart.
my supervisor is married, has a child, and owns several houses which she rents out. god knows my generation won't get to that point. houses are getting expensive and my desire to have children wanes every day.
i was also asked if i was considering college and told that i should consider. but what's the point anymore? what's the point in spending so much time and money on something, only to be out-earned by the teen who works at hobby lobby? only to have your hard work rewarded with a barely livable wage? i would love to be, say, an art teacher. but teachers here are so underpaid they need a second job.
i don't know if this is how most adults feel, or if i've opened up my eyes. either way, i wish i had a good way of coping with it.