#ragemonster

So I work at a graphic design place. No I’m not a graphic designer and no I don’t design shit. I’m in the production side of it all, and it’s actually super cool what we do here, but the people and the environment are poison. I really like my job and I like what I do, but who I do it for and who I do it with literally make me question my entire existence.

In November, I will have been working here for four years, and I honestly don’t know how or why I’ve lasted so long. It started off as a convenient job because after I left the barn/horse world, I needed something temporary before Brian and I traveled to New Zealand for three months. My boss is a friend of my mom’s and she said she needed some extra hands for a few months until they found someone permanent, so it was perfect; I came in and helped out until Brian and I left. I knew I needed a job for when I came home, but I figured I would deal with that when the time came, but they liked me so much, they waited for me to come home and “re-hire” me. Fine. At the time, that was great because I needed the money and I hate job hunting/job interviews/resumes etc...and for the first year, it was actually a lot of fun. Fun environment, fun people...where were obviously some faults because nowhere is perfect, but it was doable, aka: I didn’t feel the need to quit. We moved locations and increased in size and work flow and that was kind of the switch of it all. My boss got power hungery and an overall bitch (she’s also extremely ADHD and an air-head, but doesn’t realize any of these things so when you call her out on any of it, she freaks out), but she calls the shots, so it’s made the whole place almost chaotic.