So I have never been able to keep a job because I hate working. Literally. I am not going to die and put on my tombstone that I wish I worked more. I especially hate the fact that when you have a job you have to be there.

I even tried turning a passion into a job. All that accomplished was making me hate my passion.

I just feel like jobs are such a waste of time, and that humans spend too much time working.

I genuinely believe 40 hours a week, the majority of your life, is too much to ask of a person.

I think that, given a few more years, having a job might be enough of an incentive to just kill myself. Not that I'm suicidal, because I'm not, but it seems to me that it would be better to die than to have to suffer through the daily torture of working.

I cannot think of any job that I would not hate, no matter if it paid me $1 a year or $1 a second.

Having a job takes away the majority of my freedom. I can't tolerate that. When I was unemployed there wasn't enough time in the day for me to accomplish everything I wanted. Working 40 hours a week and I don't see how I'll ever reach any of my life goals. Such a waste.

I'm just ranting and looking to start a conversation more than anything else I suppose. I don't think there is anything out there that is going to change how I feel. The only reason I work now is because I have a wife who needs my help financially, though I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep this up. Having a job is already keeping me in a ****** mood 24/7, causing me to get into fights with my wife, causing me to treat my pets badly etc.

I can't deal with working, I just can't. I'm 34 and have felt this way since the beginning of college. I have seen therapists a couple of times and even had some really good jobs that most people would be envious of, even if the pay was crappy. Hell my current job would be considered a decent job. I work for a small business and the owner is wonderful, as is my staff (I manage the place), but I still hate it.

Simply having a job makes me so angry that sometimes I go into a rage and can't remember anything that happened. Nothing else even comes close to making me as upset as having a job.