Job Hate

Originally Posted by Chyna~Girl

My job sucks big dicks. My manager is getting present from this week, though (2 weeks notice). My mind has been manipulated and I'm now going to fast food- Wendy's. I was told today one of my friends cut her finger chopping lettuce. She had to go to the hospital. I told my friend who told me that to make sure the finger doesn't get dropped in Chili.

You guys are supposed to wear the cut resistant gloves when using the knives, lettuce slicer and tomato slicer.
Please don't ask me how I know this.

I've found the hardest thing with jobs is doing menial labour. I am an intellectual / scholar by nature and I am also a musician which automatically rules me out as being the most stout and coordinated individual.
The issue with music students is that we do have a cerebellum, just a majority of the neurons are devoted to find motor control of a specific area of the body and it functions to control a specific task. i.e. playing an instrument.
As a result, everything else tends to be just a touch more difficult.
In the end, I found that while I was able to lift heavy objects I lacked the grace that was necessary to make me an easy individual to work with. Furthermore, brainless work is exceptionally unfufilling for me so it becomes an egregious chore to be forced to go toil every day.

What I had been doing was labour at a park in the city. I cut grass, operated a huge weedeater (which is bad for the nerves in my fingers) and did the occasional heavy lifting. The lifting wasn't hard for me and I had the energy to workout in the evening even after a hard day's work. In spite of my klutziness I actually am now more adept at maneuvering heavy objects than a majority of people I know. Honestly, while this job paid well I liked working in a restaurant because this way I at least got to work with people.

I think working a number of jobs that weren't a fit has been the largest motivating factor in getting me to persue music as a career. The experience of trying to do everything I want to do in the evenings while suffering through 8 hour shift thinking about all the things I'd rather be working on was a very valuable and enlightening ordeal.

Jam it back in, in the dark.