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I'm beginning to hate my job

I'm beginning to hate my job

I'm tired of this job and of people who don't want to commit. 
I used to give myself a hundred percent everyday but now the motivation is more and more fading away.
It's not normal to feel this way, especially when you work with and for people everyday.
I'm supposed to have a job where the human part is a priority and I figure now that it's become superficial and this, drastically.
The ones on top don't see the mess they make,
or they just don't care. 
But we work for people who we due respect to,
and that seems to be the least of their concern, to be true.
But it makes us feel useless and powerless. We wish we could do more. 
But why put energy for people sat in their office or strutting down corridors when the only time you exist in their eyes is when something is wrong or they need anything asap.
It's a business that searches to make money with any means at all
and I hate this world where you think of money first and of people after.
The world becomes shady and so is my workplace and it shouldn't so when you work with people of an advanced age.
I'm beginning to hate my job and this is not good news
but we hear everyday that this a common situation.
I'm starting to loath my boss and it is also a VERY common situation.
At least I know that when I leave, which will be in a few months, 
I will be happier because I wish I will be around dogs
who are way better beings that our boss who's nickname is "The Bulldog".

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