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10:51:00 AM EST
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I hate My Job, And My Coffee Break Isn't Notably Satisfying, Either


Looks like more of us don't like our jobs than ever before:

Americans hate their jobs more than ever before in the past 20 years, with fewer than half saying they are satisfied. The trend is strongest among workers under the age of 25, less than 39 percent of whom are satisfied with their jobs.

Workers age 45 to 54 have the second lowest level of satisfaction (less than 45 percent), according a survey conducted by The Conference Board, a market information company that also puts out the Consumer Confidence Index and the Leading Economic Indicators...

Overall, dissatisfaction has spread among all workers, regardless of age, income or residence. Twenty years ago, the first time the survey was conducted, 61 percent of all Americans said they were satisfied with their jobs, according to the representative survey of 5,000 U.S. households, said Lynn Franco, director of the Conference Board's Consumer Research Center.


Well, I like my job. Because I like you. Yes, I do.

Seriously, however, I do feel fortunate that the two real jobs I've had ("real" being defined as "having to show up somewhere every day and work in a cubicle") were generally pretty excellent; first I worked at a newspaper and was a movie critic, which was stupid amounts of fun, and then I worked at AOL, which is was also fun, because everyone was 20something and insanely smart. You couldn't have asked for more. Well, you could have. But you'd be greedy. Mr. Greedy McGreedypants.

I won't ask you if you like your job, because I'm a big believer that your Boss Is Out There. But I'll ask you if think those people you know seem to like their jobs more or less now than before. That way, you won't get in trouble.


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  • #5 Comment from hewasolddog299 
    2/27/07 6:26 PM Permalink
    NZ has a point.

    In addition, stress in the workplace is on the rise globally. Added stress usually results in a negative emotional response, in my experience. Therefore, highly likely that people will express dissatisfaction.

    And so it goes...
  • #4 Comment from nzforme 
    2/27/07 12:26 PM Permalink
    OK, let's review.  Job dissatisfaction is strongest among people under 25 -- and today's college students are extra narcissistic and self-centered.  

    You don't maybe see a connection here?
  • #3 Comment from anaedream 
    2/27/07 11:52 AM Permalink
    You know, I think this might tie in with your article below about raising a generation of self-appreciating, vain rugrats. Particularly because the trend is strongest with workers below the age of 25, I can see how recent canopied college grads would be shocked and disappointed should they enter the real world with real pressures.

    The majority of bosses won't give them affirmation every step of the way, so perhaps that's where the strongest disaffection comes from. I'm really beginning to think that I am the last generation who believes in actual hard work to advance in the social structure.

    The one thing that bothers me the most, is we all have choices. Yet so many more people these days feel trapped in their jobs. Have we really conformed to the idea that we are slaves to our job? That's extremely sad and unfortunate. I guess I don't see where obtaining job security vs. happiness really cancels each other out.
  • #2 Comment from monponsett 
    2/27/07 11:22 AM Permalink
    I love my job. I'm retired.

  • #1 Comment from lsfp1960 
    2/27/07 11:08 AM Permalink
    I didn't hate my job, it was the horrible, stressful chaos created by someone who should never have been made a supervisor that caused me to retire before I really was ready financially to do so.  It was comprimising my health, both physical and mental.  And at age 65 I would never been able to transfer within the company, I didn't have enough time to give another department to make it worth their time & money to train me.  Had things been different, I would have worked at least another year or possibly two.  Linda   http://journals.aol.com/lsfp1960/LindasWorld/