As you may know, I thoroughly hate my job. It's absolutely useless. At the end of the day, I hardly achieve anything. In fact, in theory since I'm a shareholder of the company, I should either ask for a drastic pay cut or resign altogether knowing that eliminating my job makes the company better off financially and therefore increases the value of my handful of shares. My job can be done by a monkey and it shocks me how well I'm compensated for it. Essentially, it's a computer operations job and involves pressing a few buttons every so often to run programs written by programmers in-house, logging the results into an Excel spreadsheet, attempting to isolate the problem if one occurs and then either solving it or contacting the right person to solve it, running database queries (SQL), and a rare bit of self-initiated analytical work. It makes me wonder how many people out there are in my position and if most people's job is like mine, except that they make it seems majestic and the world's panacea. I do wonder.
At the same time, I do feel very fortunate to have gotten the job, given my circumstances. I know I was praying fervently (literally, to the Judeo-Christian God in case you're curious) when I wanted the job. Now that I have it, perhaps I don't appreciate it as much. But perhaps that's part of being human - to want to grow. I've been here six months... we'll see how much longer I can hold onto this sinking ship. After all, they did call me Anchor for a reason.
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