I have a love and hate relationship with my job. Most of the days it’s hate but some days it’s love
The days I love my job are far and in between, but they are precious: the fleeting moment when the client tells me my graphs are sort of amazing, a successful meeting we thought might fail, or beating Mckinsey at a selection round.
Most of the days, though, I am spiteful: the inventor of powerpoint must be a total dick, my male co-workers have egos the size of the sun, too much numbers without a storyline, and all this money being spent… why are we doing this and who decided to pay me for all of this nonsense?
I have said how much I want out, how much I need an escape though I have no where to turn to.