Month: July 2022

I have family visiting from the other side of the world and I've not seen them since the pandemic started. Ofc work would schedule me in a lot that week…. I can't call in sick for 5 days or I'll lose my job and unfortunately I need the money. If anyone could send me a positive test that would be amazing! I just want to see my family.

I am sick of working for others and making them rich while being thrown peanuts and having no control over what I do with my time. I lost my last job and while this would be an excellent time to get a freelance career off the ground, my husband is forcing me to spend all day 7 days a week putting out resumes. He looks up ads on job sites and tells me to apply. While he doesn't work and fantasizes of turning his hobby into a fortune yet makes no practical moves toward that end. I'm afraid that 90% of the ads are for phantom jobs.

Boss: “Money shouldn't be the only reason you work here..” Well then my labor shouldn't be the only reason you hired me

Back from 2018-2019, I worked at a store that was just setting up in the area, just a small discount store. Those of us who were new hires were assigned the duty of building the shelving and stocking the items. Overall, a 2 month, full-time process that ended up with a store that, while somewhat random in inventory, looked decent and organized. However, once the store got off the ground, hours were shortened, those of us who set up the actual store and did all the heavy lifting were relegated to simple floor work while the do-nothings got managerial positions, and the store often had hygiene issues (it was more based on the product coming in from dirty warehouses, but I digress). Those of us who worked the floor would either try and stock items that came in, or move displays that were set up maybe a few days earlier,…

I imagine that we are all aware of heat wave Zoey. So during the last heat wave , they provided us Gatorade and otter pops (frozen treat) for free. I know that’s not the norm for most places, but it’s a small growing company. Well, medium now, getting to be big and corporate. This time… there are still otter pops. Probably left over from the last one. No Gatorade. At first I’m thinking “okay, the general manager doesn’t work today. Maybe she’ll get some tomorrow?”. Nope. Been days of 90+. No intentions of getting us help. We are met with a big container of ice water in the break room. Not out of kindness. The general manager said that she put it there so the employees would stop taking the ice that’s for the iced coffee drinks we sell. It’ll help our profits.” I sincerely doubt that she is going…

I feel really discouraged right now, just in general. My father is in his mid 50s, a successful engineer, with tons of land, a nice house, several classic cars, really as much as he will ever want. I am 20 years old, just got honorably discharged from the Army for anxiety, and I do not want to go to college right now. I just want to work as much as I HAVE to, live in my tiny house, and do photography. My friends and I were always the “smart kids” in school, and most of them are moving on to great colleges for engineering or medicine. That being said, it is surprising to many people that I am not in college right now. They expected me to do “big things” and make a shit ton of money and be some big shot. But I don’t want to. What’s the point…

“Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers, if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun.” -God Bless you Mr.Rosewater, 1965 And the kicker is that, comparatively, things weren't even that bad in 1965.

My work situation was uh… weird. Long story short, I got a new job, gave 2wks notice, and after working one of those weeks was told not to come in.