I hate working – any and every job I’ve ever had, I completely hate. I just want to retire but I’m only 33 and just newly engaged. My fiancé wouldn’t go for it if I just decided to quit working and sit on my behind all day especially since his ex is little miss senior manager before she decided to find a boyfriend get remarried and have a baby with someone else within 6 months of their divorce. I have a great job – I’m a manager at a production company and make decent money. But I hate my employees. They’re bratty little kids who complain about everything. I don’t even make them clock in their hours and let them take off whenever they want and have lunch breaks for 2 hours and come in at 10am but they still have to complain. They never worked in corporate America so they don’t know how hard it can be. They think they know everything and whine and whine yet when I ask them for a solution they can’t come up with one – they expect me to do it for them. Plus my boss is a clueless old troll who lives in the past. He can’t even use a computer yet acts like he knows more than anyone. I’m the only woman on his leadership team and he always picks on me in front of everyone but everyone thinks he’s stupid anyway. My last job I worked for a Fortune 500 company. It sucked and I did work way above my pay grade yet I got paid nothing there. I always thought I’d be happy to leave that high stress drama, but now that I’ve left I find myself hating my current job too. I just hate working and I hate people and I hate drama. I just want to be alone in peace and not worry about all their whining and complaining. I don’t believe there’s a thing as passion in work. Work sucks. I hate every kind of work. I just do it to make money so I can retire. I save 35 percent of my income yet I started working “real jobs” late because I quit so many jobs and went back to school for my Master’s degree, so I’ll never have enough to retire comfortably. Thinking I still have 30 years or half of my life to go until I can retire makes me sick and sad. I’m so checked out at work and do the bare minimum. I hate it there and I hate the spoiled entitled brats I work with. I hated my last job too, and the one before that. I got my Master’s degree before that – went back to school to escape the work world. I hated school as well and couldn’t wait to be done. Before that I did random useless jobs that made no money. I did a stunt in nursing school and just walked out of the training hospital one day and quit because I hated it so much. I only did it bc it was the only way my mom would talk to me (she thinks I’m a Loser for not becoming a doctor like her yet I make more money now than a nurse). Plus my crappy controlling boyfriend at the time forced me into it by saying I needed to earn money so he could sit on his butt and chase his useless musician broke as hell dreams. I really hate people and if I could just have a job with no human interaction I’d be good. I can’t even be excited for my wedding because I just keep thinking about how every dime I spend on it will just take away from my retirement. My mother won’t help because I won’t do a religious wedding like she wants. My dad never contributed a penny to my life after they were divorced so he won’t help. But they’ll fund my sister’s life for anything because she has kids but of course doesn’t work. I’m the one stuck working these crappy jobs I hate to take care of myself since no one else will. I’m just a punching bag for everyone’s problems and have been since I was 6 and my parents split and my mom decided children were okay to use as punching bags if you’re upset about your husband leaving your psycho controlling behind. I hate everything. All people and work and relationships do are chew you up and spit you out then replace you. So what’s the point of anything then? To just be miserable trying to be someone who will just ultimately be forgotten and replaced? I should just quit and sit on my butt and watch Netflix all day but basically I’m just doing the bare minimum at work now until someone gets the guts to fire me which they won’t.