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Having A Happy Job

"I need a job." How many times have I heard that one – I've heard it a million times. Living in a modern society based on a green piece of paper, I am burdened, and feel it maybe even impossible to survive without one. Without money, I wouldn't have cars, clothes, livelihood or maybe even my health. Today it is simple, to luxuriate in finer things you need money, and to get money, I need a job.

"I hate my job." How many times have I heard that one? A million and one. It seems nobody today is content with his or her job. So why do it? Because I have to work; hence, I don't have an option. I feel that most people, like myself, find their place of work rather uncomfortable; however, I still need to keep my job.

For the last two summers, I worked a job, which at first I thought was ideal. I was a PC/LAN Coordinator at Chippenham Hospital. "How neat," I thought, "I love to work with computers, and they are paying me eight dollars an hour!" I even had and office and everything. Starting out there was so intoxicating; I was able to practice my computer networking expertise and it almost seemed like it wasn't any work at all. Soon things became repetitive, I started getting bored, and I was getting instructed to do more new tasks every day.   I felt dissatisfied with the menial tasks I was given, and, although the paycheck was generous, I felt frustrated at the end of each week. I felt my boss was nice to me, but this was just not a job that stimulated my interests.   The amount of deskwork was boring, and I enjoy being around people and moving to different locations during the workday.

Soon enough I hated my great job!   I made the decision an office was definitely not the vocation for me. It even got to the point where I would feel apprehensive about coming into work every day, because I knew I would be doing the exact same thing in the exact same place. Then I set out a goal in my life: I will not anguish myself with a job with which I am not happy. I believe...