Why Did Working Security Ruined My Life in Living? And How I solve my Problem.
On April 8, 2022, I worked as a security officer at Tropicana AC when I was twenty years old, confused and overwhelmed by the new workstyle I had experienced in customer service and self-defense. I got into the position when my mom offered me the job and I refused, begging her not to work there until she argued that it makes good experience in customer service and helps you make money in college. I had no choice but to offer that position and go through the process, which my experience was horrible, lost, and nervous. I was small when I joined in and was very young, led that a child could work with her, I thought. But once I got the job, I felt something was wrong.
I want to give out my piece on my first Amazon children's book from the end:
So why would I write this? Reading the whole paragraph of my life as an officer dealt with my physical and mental health gone wrong.
Back then, I was very energetic during my younger days when education was fun and I learned much better each year, though life would be easy for me. I went to clubs and participated just to have a good grade. School had a comfort zone for me, where typing on Doc felt like I would pursue writing, making PowerPoint with all the creativity I can imagine, and so much more with using the office structure schools force students to do for the future (which I can write about that in the future). Schools also gave me opportunities to connect to friends who have a similar experience just like me, and telling my talent to everyone felt like I would be a successful figure in the future. I would love to work for anything where I can help people, mostly children, to pursue their careers.
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But when I worked at dead-end jobs just like security, I felt like life was over. Dealing with rude and sicken people drives me crazy, but I can control myself. I pretend that there are just figures I do not know. Working as a security officer felt forced and wished I had a rope on me. I did not mean like that, in terms of my life going downhill just for a stupid job the company be lying to its guests, and people teased and bullied me like I was a nobody, even know I respect all people except for entitled ones. I get mad, stressed, overwhelmed, upset, sorrowful, and crazy every day I work here, leaned to me existence is cursed by the company. Strange enough when I worked there, a few officers quit or resigned leading to low-staffed. I felt bad at first but due to the terrible and toxic workplace, I hope the best for them if I leave this place forever.
Looking back at the places I used to grow up gave me no luck for them and flipping the bird for its miserable workplace and staff that wished they didn't want to be there. I felt sick going to the same and new places that have the most unorganized cooperation people have to give. Where are staff pretending to be happy-go-figures to low-waged workers praying to God, "Everything will be fine." Living in a world where people trash you every day makes you have an existential crisis. Curing it is easy: watch some shows, draw, write stories, read books, and so much to make yourself happy.
Written on August 28, 2024, age 23, 6:41 pm.