Do you ever wish that you had someone to complain to? Or just someone to listen to you vent? I mean complaining isn’t worth much at all and isn’t anything I’d recommend but sometimes you need that release. Like right now my job is driving me insane and it’s on an entire different level than my bipolar has ever taken me. People and there demands, and the ones that think they can get over on me are making me want to walk out this door right now. I am happy to have a job and grateful for it and I try my hardest not to grovel and complain but I wouldn’t be being real if I didn’t just say this place is really starting to get to me. I’m a slave here and it would be asking too much if I started expecting these people to actually stop having me walk them through everything like their children again, but hey this is the hospitality industry for ya. We are here to serve… I work at a hotel btw.
