I hate my job. I hate the job itself and everyone at the job. i hate the person i become at work - an underling with no voice and i that the people who make me feel this way on a daily basis. i hate the fact that I have to work. That my bills keep me enslaved to some capitalistic notion of what should be dreaming of what could be. Dreaming of lands unexplored that I have neither money nor means to reach. I hate that after three years i have not learnt a thing. Remain unappreciated and on the bottom rung. Invisible . unless someone needs something. But what about my needs? The need to be stimilated, accepted, valued. Seen. I hate that after everything this somehow makes me seem ungrateful because of the tonnes of people unemployed. I know this bestows some kind of prviledge but I'm left not feling very priviledged at all especially when my colleagues/ coworkers are such bastards! I hate the way they look at me and speak to me making me feel so insecure. I hate the fact that i used to go above and beyond and now have lost all motivation. But most of all I hate that I allow them to make me feeel tehies way!