Found this one on my own.
Jun. 30th, 2004 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithFor whatever good it will do...
20 Questions to a Better Job
Your job's score is 64.
The job, not so good. It could be worse, but quite frankly so could a lot of things, and it might interest you to note that the phrase "it could be worse" has not once in the history of man made anyone feel better about their current situation. In fact, if popular media serve as any indicator, all that uttering the phrase aloud ensures that it will start raining on hapless protagonists in the second or third act. One wonders why it hasn't been employed against the perils of famine.
Still, it could be worse. Forensic pathology leaps to mind. CSI it ain't.
(Take the test)
20 Questions to a Better Job
Your job's score is 64.
The job, not so good. It could be worse, but quite frankly so could a lot of things, and it might interest you to note that the phrase "it could be worse" has not once in the history of man made anyone feel better about their current situation. In fact, if popular media serve as any indicator, all that uttering the phrase aloud ensures that it will start raining on hapless protagonists in the second or third act. One wonders why it hasn't been employed against the perils of famine.
Still, it could be worse. Forensic pathology leaps to mind. CSI it ain't.
(Take the test)
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Date: 2004-07-01 08:59 am (UTC)Your job's score is 149.
Yours is among the best and brightest jobs on earth. I heartily commend you for ascending to this position, and extend to you the warmest of wishes for your continued success in the business world. You are a Wall Street Journal column waiting to happen. Your job is coveted, your reputation is sterling, and your ego is unbearable.
You are probably going to get fired.
The following two differ by two answers, not violently different.
Your job's score is 55.
The job, not so good. It could be worse, but quite frankly so could a lot of things, and it might interest you to note that the phrase "it could be worse" has not once in the history of man made anyone feel better about their current situation. In fact, if popular media serve as any indicator, all that uttering the phrase aloud ensures that it will start raining on hapless protagonists in the second or third act. One wonders why it hasn't been employed against the perils of famine.
Still, it could be worse. Forensic pathology leaps to mind. CSI it ain't.
Your job's score is 50.
Your job is mind-bendingly bad. So incredibly bad. So shooting-spree inducing bad. Why are you in it? Is it deeply rewarding work? Are there a few kindred co-workers whose positive spin make the whole mess bearable? Are you shlepping through two more years of this hell so you can escape into a well-respected, well-salaried position? You had better hope at least one of the above is true, or otherwise your life is on a one-way train to Stinksville. You like that? I made it up myself.
I think there aren't enough gradations of bad job. Very Bad, OK, Pretty Good and Excellent.
My job: "You are paid and treated reasonably well to deal with a lot of shit and stress."