….this is not what I want
So I’m 37.
No real surprise there. It’s not a state secret or anything.
I’ve been working as an accountant for 15 years.
No real secret there either.
I’ve been happy in my job for probably 5 of those 15 years.
Now that might be a surprise.
I don’t think there is one day that I enjoy my job. Not one. There is no satisfaction in my job. None. No one thanks you for telling them to pay taxes. Even if you are helping them pay less. They don’t want to pay at all.
People like me (thank goodness) but they don’t like what I do. I don’t end up being their favourite appointment of the day.
I so wish I had taken a different route when it comes to my work. I always wanted to work with kids. Maybe I should sommer go study again. At my young age.
I’m not even half-way through my working career and already I’m wishing the years away.
You know, I never wake up excited about the day…..except weekends lol I always wonder who is going to be upset about what.
I’m sick of getting no support from SARS. SARS doesn’t want to assist us in giving them money and the clients doesn’t want us to do it either. Where is the ‘win’ in this situation?
I wonder if I just stopped working…….I don’t know how we’d survive and I’d probably kick my ass for doing it but just to wake up for a while and not have to worry about who is going to be p!ssed off today, would be nice.
I don’t get to spend proper time with the kids. Homework gets done while I’m working. preferably with as little talk as possible and if we need to talk, then at least speak softly. Not proper that. Not at all.
I wish I could say that I’ll feel better tomorrow but it’s not been better for so long.
I’m g@tvol now. Of rude people. People not taking responsibility. Worrying that a tiny mistake can cost a client millions. Sick of trying to get things done before a submission date, when the clients are keeping me up. Sick of it. Sick of having to go to work when I’m feeling sick and would / should rather be in bed.
Sick of having little patience with my kids. Mostly because I’m stressed at work.
Okay, okay. I’m done complaining.
I have a job. A good income. I drive a smart car and have 3 happy, healthy boys. That’s what really counts right?