Month: April 2022

A coworker and I were talking today and I found out some very fun dirt from our old General Manager (GM) and he was responsible for my one and only write up I’ve had with two years with this company. So, I’m a very young worker. I was a teenager when I first started working at this store and it was managed by a grumpy old man that was gruff and seemed to really hate his job. I was hired part time when I requested full time and while he was grumbly and gave me 30 hours a week for a while, eventually we were short staffed enough that I was put to full-time. Yeah, he’s that kind of crappy. But one issue we had was that I didn’t have a uniform. Everyone else did and while I tried wearing something nice, I stuck out like a sore thumb from…

I started a security job last night. All went well, wasn't to boring and we joked around a lot. During my interview, though, I was promised the pay being $15 an hour. For my current situation, it's not good but not terrible. My schedule is 11PM-7:30AM. My supervisor went home at 2AM. Before he left I asked about my pay, he tells me the first 16 hours are $7/hr, then the regular pay afterward is $13. I told him that HQ said it was suppose to be $15. The he gave me lip about it, saying how it's not his problem, and I should take it up the company themselves and stop being a greedy little shit. I didn't say anything else, just let him be on his way. Well, I finished the shift, went home to sleep, then woke up later today and thought “fuck this I'm not giving…

Only rich people should have kids. Parents should need to be able to support their children their entire lives. I didn't want to have to be born into this world to have to work my life away. I never had kids, because I know they would feel that way too. I blame my parents, they wanted a fucking kid for who knows what reason. I wasted my entire childhood going to school, and the rest of my life working. If you don't like work either, please think of the kids, and don't have any.

We now have to learn to define our lives where work is no longer the center and no longer defines our identity and self-worth. What is your purpose in life now?

I work at a hotel. The job itself is easy, the pay is mediocre at best (doesn’t even cover my rent most months. I make more money delivering food but keep this job because it’s generally easy-going and the owners are awesome. There’s only one employee in the building per shift (because we don’t really need more to answer phones and do check-ins). But the CUSTOMERS are the absolute worst part of the job, without question. This is a busy season where I am especially with traveling volleyball and dance teams. They’ve been in and out for the past month or so and will be for the next few months. In short, they’re mean. Ridiculously mean. I’ve been sitting here getting screamed at, spit on, and degraded every shift. I can’t take it anymore. So my question is this: what happens if I just… walk out during my shift? I…