I’ve been working the same job for about 9 years and I hate it. I hate this place so freaking much. I used to cry, see. I used to cry on my way to work, on my way home. Used to sit in my truck and cry at work, and I’d just cry until I fell asleep most nights.I will never enjoy anything about what I do, nor will I ever enjoy any job I ever have ever. What’s the point.See, I used to cry and now I’m just angry. I hate the people I work with. I hate the customers and the people of this county. I hate the job description, I hate the paperwork. I hate the social greetings, hate talking. I hate peoples attempts at being funny. I hate everything that has to do with this place and people.I find I am abrasive. I don’t like the people and they don’t like me. But that’s the only thing I like. I like that they hate me. They don’t talk to me this way- I can just plug in an earbud and listen to music or YouTube videos as I waste time until closing.I wish lots of days I’d just be fired. I’ve yelled at people, I’ve swore at them. Some days I’ve been rude and indifferent, and for a while cared so little about the job I’ve been written up formally 2 separate times for the mistakes I’ve made. Not like they were life or death mind you. Just moderately inconveniencing to our dumbass office staff. I don’t want to retire here. I don’t want to be here until I die. I hate every single person that comes through this worksite. It’s getting harder to hide it, and my attitude hasn’t improved, not even with the 5+ years I’ve spent with my therapist. It seems to have gotten worse.If I could disappear, I would, but the fear is real. I fear consequences, so I force myself to continue doing something I don’t want to do anymore, until I find something better, or they just let me go.