Month: September 2022

I'm from Canada and the majority of our family are first-generation immigrants mostly living in North America. I grew up in a working-class household and lived in one-bedroom apartments until my parents got better jobs and bought a proper house. I'm about to graduate from university next year and my mom's brother who is a very successful executive offered me an internship at his firm. I graduated from a no-name university with a reputation of being easy to get into, and most people at his firm have masters from top-of-the-line American ivy league schools. Pay is about $80k and moves up to $150-$200k if I become an associate. I did job coops here in Canada and the starting pay is $35k and $60k for associates.

I am so sick of feeling guilty about calling in sick. I could be in the hospital dying and I’d still feel guilt about not being at work. Knowing we’re understaffed makes it feel even worse. Feels like I’m not showing up for my team. I know I’m doing what’s right for myself, but this guilt is eating away at me.

Hey gang. This subreddit inspired me to write a song. Its basically a “Dear John” letter to my job/boss. Its called Terrible Slave. I hope you like it. https://fanlink.to/CB_TerribleSlave ​ https://preview.redd.it/20fq9bghn9l91.png?width=1250&format=png&auto=webp&s=15e15188b51baa44746eb452a301f891b8fe2e5d