ins are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus sThere are literally hundreds of reasons why people hate their jobs.

How many can you think of?

Today I interviewed a typical drone in the working collective and asked him a simple question.

"Bill, why do you hate your job?"

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slouched, and with a quivering bottom lip he began to describe his typical day.

“The alarm goes off late, or probably doesn’t go off at all. It’s still dark outside, and I don’t want to wake up my wife, so I scramble around and try to find my clothes. After dressing hurriedly, I grab my keys and head out the door. I work in the city, and get the train, so I rush to the station. I’m going to be late…again. I reach the station, and the platform is packed, as usual. A dreary voice on the PA system announces that the trains are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus se

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"Bill, why do you hate your job?"

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slouched, and with a quivering bottom lip he began to describe his typical day.

“The alarm goes off late, or probably doesn’t go off at all. It’s still dark outside, and I don’t want to wake up my wife, so I scramble around and try to find my clothes. After dressing hurriedly, I grab my keys and head out the door. I work in the city, and get the train, so I rush to the station. I’m going to be late…again. I reach the station, and the platform is packed, as usual. A dreary voice on the PA system announces that the trains are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus s

doesn’t go off at all. It’s still dark outside, and I don’t want to wake up my wife, so I scramble around and try to find my clothes. After dressing hurriedly, I grab my keys and head out the door. I work in the city, and get the train, so I rush to the station. I’m going to be late…again. I reach the station, and the platform is packed, as usual. A dreary voice on the PA system announces that the trains are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus sk in the city, and get the train, so I rush to the station. I’m going to be late…again. I reach the station, and the platform is packed, as usual. A dreary voice on the PA system announces that the trains are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus sins are canceled, due to leaves on the line, the wrong type of snow, a drivers’ strike or any other reason that they can think of. Everyone begins piling out of the station to catch one of the few bus services that are laid on to take us to our destinations.

When I eventually get into the office building, the security guy asks me for my pass. I have been working there for what seems forever, and he still doesn’t recognize me. I can’t find my pass. He then has to call someone in my department to vouch for me, again. When I finally make it to my desk, the message light on my phone is blinking, there’s a pile of email in my inbox, and a load of paperwork on my desk. I need a coffee to get me going; I didn’t have chance to grab one at home. I go to the coffee machine, but don’t have the right change. The ‘no change given’ light is lit, so I am either going to have to take two drinks at once, or leave the next person a free drink, again. I make my selection, and then wait for the cup to drop. It