I don't think this gets said enough by people who have found themselves in non-crappy jobs.
I love my job.
Now, the job I do in and of itself isn't special. It's office work, a touch of IT, a little accounting... basically I produce all the cheques that go out in a day, and manage the whole process. Doesn't sound like a job in and of itself, but when a company does over 1,000 cheques in a day...
Anyway, that's not why I love it. I love it because it's such a GREAT place to work. I've worked in crappy places. I've worked in big megacorps in plants where corporate is doing a big witchhunt and everyone is trying to shove the blame on someone else before they get hit with the downsizing stick. I've worked in call centers, where I can confirm every single one of Kara_CS's and Gravekeeper's stories are true, because I've gotten calls just like them. I have worked at a job where I didn't know what they wanted me to do, they didn't know what they wanted me to do, they got mad at me for asking, and finally let me go for job nonperformance.
This place isn't like that. EVERYONE smiles. EVERYONE. Even the grumpy people. Not that forced corporate-mandated smile either. The company is big enough to be secure, have nice things, professional office, etc but still small enough that the owners know everyone by name. They have big Christmas parties, backyard barbecues, catered lunches. My boss is the nicest, most nonthreatening person I've ever met (And for someone like me, with a deeply ingrained fear of authority figures, that's a godsend). Her most recent request to me was to visit her and the rest of the department more often (They're one floor up from where I am printing cheques) because they miss me. It's the kind of place people retire from, and them come back to visit. Ladies go on maternity leave, and then drop by whenever we have a catered lunch to show off the new babies.
It's a happy, positive workplace, and I am dearly lucky to have found it. And I just thought I'd like to say that now. Especially as a reminder to myself.
... Because someone just used up all my toner
I love my job.
Now, the job I do in and of itself isn't special. It's office work, a touch of IT, a little accounting... basically I produce all the cheques that go out in a day, and manage the whole process. Doesn't sound like a job in and of itself, but when a company does over 1,000 cheques in a day...
Anyway, that's not why I love it. I love it because it's such a GREAT place to work. I've worked in crappy places. I've worked in big megacorps in plants where corporate is doing a big witchhunt and everyone is trying to shove the blame on someone else before they get hit with the downsizing stick. I've worked in call centers, where I can confirm every single one of Kara_CS's and Gravekeeper's stories are true, because I've gotten calls just like them. I have worked at a job where I didn't know what they wanted me to do, they didn't know what they wanted me to do, they got mad at me for asking, and finally let me go for job nonperformance.
This place isn't like that. EVERYONE smiles. EVERYONE. Even the grumpy people. Not that forced corporate-mandated smile either. The company is big enough to be secure, have nice things, professional office, etc but still small enough that the owners know everyone by name. They have big Christmas parties, backyard barbecues, catered lunches. My boss is the nicest, most nonthreatening person I've ever met (And for someone like me, with a deeply ingrained fear of authority figures, that's a godsend). Her most recent request to me was to visit her and the rest of the department more often (They're one floor up from where I am printing cheques) because they miss me. It's the kind of place people retire from, and them come back to visit. Ladies go on maternity leave, and then drop by whenever we have a catered lunch to show off the new babies.
It's a happy, positive workplace, and I am dearly lucky to have found it. And I just thought I'd like to say that now. Especially as a reminder to myself.
... Because someone just used up all my toner

As one of the foremost I-hate-my-job whiners around, I must agree with you...it doesn't get said enough.
I AM the evil bastard!
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