The fucking grind...

I didn't really know what to expect when I got this job. I figured it would be good money and lots of excitement. I wish I had known the Y.A. was a fucking grind. I mean it's literally pulling teeth. The few times I've had to actually put in work were the best days I've had. I like dealing with emergency situations. Mostly because the work makes the time go by.

But there I am, sitting there like a mindless idiot watching kids. It really fucks up my day because I become lazy as fuck when I get home. You can't really do anything to pass the time without some bureaucrat peeking their heads in. I think I'm coming down with a slight case of ADD. Because I have to daydream to pass the hours.

Eight hours feels like 16. And don't get me started on double shifts. I know I may be complaining prematurely since I'm still a rookie myself. But let me get some work in. Why can't there be more types of work going in. We're really just babysitters but we can't raid the fridge, bring friends over, or watch TV. Fucking bullshit if you ask me...:)

A friend of mine on the adult side said that the majority of his days are busy as hell. Which can be both good and bad. I used to have fast paced jobs in the past. And while they do burn you out, at least you're not bored. At least there's action. A goal to achieve. Something to talk about. The first time I had a group disturbance and I had to mace, it was the best day of my career thus far. Why you ask? Because I felt like I finally did was I was trained to do. And 95% of the time, I feel like I'm just stealing money. I'm totally against it, but it used to feel nice knowing I was earning money rather than just babysitting.

I am eagerly anticipating a phone call that will change my career. Until then, back to the fucking grind...