Mattymatt
Imperfectly Perfect
I've just completed my first month in my new job as a security guard and I am in a bad way mentally. The company I work for promised me a consistent shift of 3pm-11pm and now I am working 2 days a week of 7am-3pm and 2 days a week of 3pm-11pm. This has wrecked havoc with my sleep schedule and has left me irritable and depressed. I am finding myself wondering if this is the best I can hope for for the rest of my life, and if so, what's the use of soldiering on. I am wondering what's the use of even going back to school next year for network engineering when all of my recent employment is menial, low-skill work. Heck, if I was the interviewer I wouldn't hire me.
The thought of donning my uniform and going to work tomorrow only to sit in some ramshackle guard house is enough to kick my anxiety into high gear. I just want to turn in my uniforms and do something else. But it seems like no matter what I do, I am going to find some sort of difficulty with it and won't be able to do it. I could give 2 week's notice but there's no point in doing that because I have nothing else to turn to. I feel like refusing to work this schedule and asking to be placed at site with a consistent schedule.
Last night I felt so burnt out that I felt I needed to go out and have a good time so I walked to the bar and drank too much. It was a dumb move, but whatever, I needed the release. At least I walked (albeit stumbled) back home.
The thought of donning my uniform and going to work tomorrow only to sit in some ramshackle guard house is enough to kick my anxiety into high gear. I just want to turn in my uniforms and do something else. But it seems like no matter what I do, I am going to find some sort of difficulty with it and won't be able to do it. I could give 2 week's notice but there's no point in doing that because I have nothing else to turn to. I feel like refusing to work this schedule and asking to be placed at site with a consistent schedule.
Last night I felt so burnt out that I felt I needed to go out and have a good time so I walked to the bar and drank too much. It was a dumb move, but whatever, I needed the release. At least I walked (albeit stumbled) back home.