How to tell if you hate your job

How to tell if you hate your job should not be something I need to explain. The fact of life is if you hate your job and are not happy doing what you are doing it shows in your face. Every single time the alarm goes off and you hit the snooze button. Every time you drag your sorry self to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Ask yourself, “there has to be more to life than this”.

Do you hate your job?

Look around the place on your commute to work. How many appear excited about going to work? Do they hate their job? Observe their actions. Does this indicate the fact you hate your job?

How are you feeling when you look at the screen ready to log in for another day of the normal uninspiring crap? Emails asking the same question over and over. A phone call would have been sufficient instead of the meeting chaired by the ego-centric line manager.

Or you get to the plant to operate the daily quantity of stuff. Knowing the task does not fit the reward. 

The mandatory morning break and you have nothing in common with your fellow worker. The conversations are the normal dribble from colleagues that have succumbed to their lot. They are physically fit but brain-dead. You know, you can see it.

If you don't change, you'll become a zombie. You will enter the twilight zone of the zombie in the after-work bar binge. This dulls the pain.

Know full well, the demon will call you again tomorrow when the alarm goes. And the beat goes on.

The only person in the entire world who can change this is YOU. So what are you going to do about it?

bar sceneOften found in the work district. The Bar. Kindred spirits mix in body and in spirits

How do I know this?

Because it happened to me very early in my working life. Yes, the first six months into my first job in my life I could see the future. The awful thing was I was locked into an apprenticeship contract for the next 5 years.

It still pains me to think about it all those years ago. I was 16. What was I thinking? The fact was my mum got me the job on the basis it provided security. 

I ask you, what security does a kid of 16 need? I was so dumb I didn’t think it through. It wasn’t until very late in this journey I realized what a shit mess I was in. I was working with guys much older than me that had been there for 20 - 40 years. I could see myself in them. I could see my future self. Not a good look.

I hated going to work. I hated the work. I hated the people I worked with.

There were times I would drive into the business car park and turn around and go to the beach.

Something had to change.

Still, in my apprenticeship, I applied for a transfer to a smaller off-site branch of the business to finish my time. This eased the pressure, but I knew it was just a band-aid approach.

When I finished my contract, I returned to my original workplace. Now I’m back. Same work. Same business. Same people. The difference now was I am not locked in. My future is back in my hands.

What I did next changed my life forever

I resigned within the first 3 months and it was so refreshing. I had about a month off, then got a job as a long-haul flight attendant with a major global carrier.

I thought all my dreams had come at once. I moved to a new city, new friends, and had a new attitude toward work.

Could there be a better job than this? Virtually paid to see the world. How good is this? I believe in miracles.

Never a problem getting out of bed, never a problem with work colleagues. The dream job.

flight crewThe cabin crew prepare to welcome passengers aboard. What a glamorous job. or an occupational trap.

I was still working for the man. This kept resonating in my brain. But eh, tomorrow I’ll be in London after that New York and so on.

After a few years, I realized it was just a job. Yes, a somewhat glamorous job, but still a job.

Then it happens. I’m not fulfilling my dreams. I am just an employee with a social security number putting in the hours. Not earning my potential. Not even close. 

I started taking sick days. Started resenting my work colleagues. And the beat goes on. 

I’m back to where I started. Older, and wiser, but with the same gnawing desire in the pit of my stomach, I can do better than this.

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After 5 years of swanning around the world, I resigned.

Then I met a guy who believed in me and mentored me into becoming an insurance agent. I had no preconception of what the business was.

Even the fact I could do such a thing.

John did.

He saw all the burning anguish I’d been harbouring over the last 10 years and with consolidation from my experience; he mapped out a business plan for me and mentored me in every aspect of the business.

Success didn’t come instantly, but it came and when it did, it was like turning the lights on in every part of my mind, body, and spirit.

This was a simple business plan. If you didn’t make a sale, you didn’t eat. So there was plenty of motivation to get off my arse and make things happen. I was in control. For the first time in my life, I had all the cards. I was in control of my destiny.

Did I make mistakes? Did I fail? You bet I did. So many times. But I got back on the horse and made a point of recording the failure and changing the process to reduce the likely hood of it happening again.

All the time being guided by John my mentor. All this was 50 years ago. It seems like yesterday. Would I do it again?

In a heartbeat.

Even the ugly parts, for I believe if you don’t experience what you don’t want, you won’t have a clear idea of what you do want.

As time went by, I moved into different aspects of insurance. I finished up as a licensed investment advisor specializing in business structure in particular corporate structures to give protection for the owners and tax planning to move the wealth creation down to the owners and their families. I loved this work. 

pointingtopaperonadesk.jpgCreating and implementing financial plans with tax planning was my specialty. I loved the work.

Along the way, I formed a cooperative group with each partner owning shares in the co-op.

This did not impact on mine or my colleague’s ownership in his or her business. I originally designed it to provide high-quality advice and construction of specialized products, but soon became much more. At the end of the day, the co-op sold for $100 million and all the shareholders did well. Remember, they still owned their own business, which was for most valued at millions of dollars.

So there endeth the story. All true all able to be verified.

This is why I am building this website to get the pebble in your shoe. To get you inspired into making something for yourself something you can control.

A business you can take forward. Not a get-rich-quick thing, but a well-organised plan for your future your destiny.

It’s in your hands.

If any of this resonates with you, I’m happy and eager to be your mentor, like John was to me so many years ago. 

It makes no difference what your idea is or your desire to start your own business. As I have said so many times before, business is business. Every business has the same fundamentals. Don’t get fixated on the gobbly gook. It’s business pure and simple.

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So there you have it. Do you hate your job? If so do something about it sooner rather than later.

Get yourself a mentor.

Develop a desire to achieve your dreams.

You can do it.

It all starts with the first step only you can make.

Go you good thing.

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I thank you for reading and remember your destiny is in your hands.

Experience isn't the best teacher it's the only teacher.

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