You know, the occupations that are solely filled by people who are killing time until they find something better, or who have given up on ever succeeding in their chosen field.
I'll start off with:
High school art teacher.
You know, the occupations that are solely filled by people who are killing time until they find something better, or who have given up on ever succeeding in their chosen field.
I'll start off with:
High school art teacher.
Anyone working in fast food.
Waiter or waitress.
Busboy.
Call center drone.
Practically everyone at The Window Bureau Group where I work.
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This is the one that sticks out most in my mind. In my twenties, I somehow ended up being a call center manager for several years, and I remember distinctly one day standing at my desk, looking across the cubicle farm of 550+ call center drones, and realizing that literally every single one of them hated being there. There were three basic types:
1) College students resentfully working there because it was the only kind of work with sufficiently flexible shifts other than retail or fast food;
2) Recent college graduates resentfully working there because they hadn't yet found a job in their chosen field;
3) Wives of recent college graduates resentfully working there because their husband, for whom they had sacrificed so much to enable him to get that BBA, was still working in the cubicle next to them. These women would gleefully cut to part-time, then quit altogether, as their husbands' careers took off.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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