Month: February 2022

I work for an outsourcing company. The first company I was sent to, I was promoted to a management position. That company went through a seriously terrible PR mess and then had to go through massive downsizing. I was taken out of my management position with no notice (demoted to what I was promoted from) then sent to a different company. At the new company I do not have the same management position so now on my resume it looks like I was demoted out of something I did. They took my position away right before it hit the six month part too. Not to mention my promotion only garnered me $14 an hour while my friend who washes dishes makes $17…

I don’t have a lot of issues with my current job. I do what support. I work 9AM-6PM and I get two days off. However, I’m still in college and I’m full time there as well. I make very decent money for what it is I do, but I so badly want to quit and get a part time job as mine doesn’t offer part time at all. I want to focus on school but the fear of decreasing in income is too strong and it hinders me from taking on less of a workload to focus on academics more, especially that I’m in my last year. Any advice? To add on, I don’t have many bills. It’s simply the fear of not having money when you need it. I grew up in poverty and I guess you can say it still takes a toll on me.

The commercial glorifies missing sleep and overworking so you can graduate and get a job where you'll miss more sleep and continue to overwork. This is how “fulfilling your dreams” is advertised. It really gets under my skin.

So I went through the interview stuff, and I kinda noticed some red flags, but I thought I was being paranoid/anxious cause I'm a little uncomfortable around men (I know it's not all men, pls don't start with that). Then today I went to the orientation with my other two co-workers, who are also males (which I didn't really care cause they were my age). He starts it off with a joking threat that he can flip out sometimes if we do something wrong (forgot what it was), and then he goes over the rules. He mentions tying up your hair, I was like k, valid, then he's like “and no nail polish or fake nails, nothing like that”, he then looks directly at me (note my nails are short, and unpolished), then turns to the other two dudes and he says “I don't really care about you guys” (something…

I don’t have a memory of this man not at work, being at work or around a desk. The memories I have are the smell of his musk and cigarettes in his office. The stain of that ugly green in his office. The few times I saw him was while at his house where he’d come home, the pots would clang he’d fix something to eat and go to bed. There’s been an occasion where some times he’d pull into his garage and the vehicle would be running with the lights on. We’d go there and find him asleep inside. To many he was the king he had a central AC system, internet, and his boys, my cousins had gaming systems that just came out. In a third world country these things were luxurious. He had a maid to clean, there was a young girl around all the time and…

So I’m an automotive technician (was) and I got this really amazing offer to go work for the state, better hours, better pay. I’m super excited. I love my (old?) job. I absolutely do. I love getting to work on cars that ran like shit and making them run like out the factory. I loved all my co workers, they were nothing but the best. When I put in my two weeks last week, I thought I was gonna get shitted on, hours cut, bridges burned but it was exactly the opposite. Co workers have been buying me lunch left and right, a lot of well received comments and most importantly the owner and manager both told me that if It doesn’t work out, I can always call and get my old job back.

I work at goodwill as a cashier. There was a really chatty older couple at my register today. Very friendly and joking throughout their transaction. I rang their total up and told them it would be $78 dollars. He playfully patted his pockets and said “Uh oh, I might have to sweep the floors for an hour or two!” His wife and I laughed. I then told him that it’d be more like the rest of the day, because they pay us $11 an hour. Their whole demeanor changed almost immediately. His wife said something along the lines of, “Oh honey, how do you make it?” I laughed it off and told her I was lucky that I had family to stay with. They proceeded to complain about the price they just paid for the clothes they just bought, which were donated freely to goodwill. (5.29 per shirt, 6.99 per…