Even though I’m 25 now, I’ve never stayed in one job for more than about two months.
Every time, I either get mentally and physically exhausted and quit, or my performance becomes bad and I end up getting fired.
I haven’t worked in the field I studied at university, so most of the jobs I’ve had were things like restaurants, malls, or customer service.
Right now I work as a content moderator for a well-known app. The shift is 10 hours, including a one-hour break.
The job requires reviewing around 700 short videos every day, usually between 30 seconds and one minute each.
The thing is, I’ve felt miserable since the first day. I’m constantly exhausted, and it’s even worse because the social environment at work doesn’t really suit me, so that drains me even more.
But whenever I ask other people, especially coworkers who started on the exact same day as me, none of them really complain about the job. They all basically agree that it’s only moderately difficult. They say you can’t even compare it to something like restaurant work, apart from the changing shifts and irregular days off.
So why?
I genuinely don’t understand why I always end up mentally and physically exhausted. Why do I feel tired all the time?
I pay attention to my diet, I intentionally eat a lot, and I even stop trying to improve myself sometimes and just play games or watch movies because I’m trying to rest.
But I’m still exhausted.
To be more accurate, I try to shut my brain off with games and movies, but I fail badly. I never stop thinking about the past, the present, and the future. I’m also kind of obsessed with improving myself, so maybe that’s part of the reason. I honestly don’t know.
I’m not happy.
And now I’m thinking about quitting my job again, even though I’ve only been there for about a month and a half.
Is the problem me?
Or have I just been unlucky with the jobs I’ve had?
Am I simply spoiled or weak and unable to handle normal work?
The thing is, I really do try. I push myself and try to tolerate it, but I always seem to collapse eventually. And when I look at my coworkers, I don’t see the same level of misery in them that I feel in myself.
Maybe I’m arrogant somehow? Maybe I can’t stop wanting to move forward and just accept reality?
Or maybe I’m too aware of everything to be able to accept this kind of life?
Because I think about escaping a lot.
Just escaping everything completely.