Wanted: A Job That Doesn’t Require the Loss of My Soul

Well well well.  As it’s been well over a month since I have posted, I feel I must give some sort of explanation as to my whereabouts.  I only have this excuse to provide – I’m a lazy, lazy fuckwit.

Anyways, onto the topic at hand.  As I may have mentioned once or twice, I spend my days toiling away as a slave to the man; a small time government employee for Hillsborough County Florida.  Lately my employers have been making the news down here as we have finally succumbed to the pressure and joined the rest of the country.  Yes, people are finally getting fired!

Over the past couple of years, I have had some of the perks of the job slowly stripped away from me by the brass.  First we lost our performance increases.  Then we lost our cost of living adjustments.  Those in power claimed that “they didn’t want to see anybody lose their jobs” and this was simply a way to keep everyone employed.  On the other hand, I’ve always felt that people should be compensated for the job they perform; or as the case with 90% of county employees, they job they don’t perform.  People should be fired.  Plain and simple.  If they had taken the reigns and let go those who underperform all these years, this budget crisis would have surely been averted and I would have still had a motivation to work hard.

This past week, just shy of 50 people lost their jobs.  Honestly the office could stand to lose MANY more and still function at exactly the same rate.  Unfortunately, who stayed and who got the boot was supposedly determined by seniority.   This means all the lazy FUCKS who have been there for 10-20 years and not lifted one goddamn finger get to keep their donothing desks while some of the newer hard-working folk got shown the door.  Call me old-fashioned, but isn’t that slightly opposite to the base idea of  “work ethic”?

Now, you may be reading this and pegging me as a whiny, self-important asshat who’s aggravated with their job.  Well, you’d be correct.  I hate this place.  And it’s not because I feel I am better than a hard days work.  I am, however, better than busting my ass for the good for an office that rewards imcompetance.   Every day I come home and I feel empty and tired.  My work isn’t all that exhausting.  I simply sit and type.  What is exhausting is fighting the urge to …. just … walk … away.

So now that the great purge appears to be done, everyone comes into work and smiles and laughs and acts like everything is normal and there is not a care in the world.  Just two days ago they were all biting their nails in fear and crying for their fallen comrades.  Somehow they are either too stupid or too delusional to realize that there will likely be more firings sooner rather than later.  It is with an minimum of regret that I say that I enjoyed this week.  The prospect of seeing coworkers escorted by security to the door simply because they were chosen to go and not because they pose any threat was intriguing to me.  I did have a not-so-secret wish that maybe I would fired.  It would have been a perfect excuse to get off my lazy ass and find a real fucking job!