Month: May 2023

I previously worked at a company for 11 years. The job was a major step up from my last positions, so I planned to work there indefinitely. I had 1 or 2 stellar reviews, the rest were good enough. In those 11 years, my pay increased a total of about $15k. So good enough for me since it stayed above inflation, I can cover expenses, and I could take vacations for the first time ever. This year I moved and had to find new work. We parted on good terms and I got a generous 3 month severance, so to their credit, my employer was way more generous that most companies, and i was not thrilled about losing that job. But after 5 months, 400 applications and 3 dozen interviews, I finally landed a new job. Work-wise, it's a lateral move, and I'll be doing similar work. However, I'm now…

I just finished watching this movie for the first time and I can’t stop thinking about it. Basically the premise is that it is a vertical prison where there is a platform of food that starts with a lot of food at the beginning and then everyone starts eating it when it gets to their level until there is nothing left. The whole movie is really interesting about how individualistic people can be.

This may be a stupid idea. I'm super tired. Property taxes should go up a lot if the property is unoccupied. Like, goes up 1% for every month it's left vacant. Landlords should have to pay to keep a house empty. I have no idea if this is a reasonable way to accomplish this. Okay. I'm going to take a nap. If this is a horrible idea, please be nice about it.

Certainly! Here's a fictional story of the formation of the Antiwork Collective (AWC), their biggest challenge, and their successful efforts in influencing laws to enforce equal and fair treatment of workers: The Antiwork Collective (AWC) emerged in a bustling metropolis called Veridona, where the relentless pursuit of productivity and traditional work structures had left many feeling disenchanted and exhausted. The AWC was born out of a collective realization that the prevailing work culture was detrimental to people's well-being, creativity, and overall quality of life. In the early days, a diverse group of individuals—workers, artists, activists, and academics—came together, sharing their frustrations and envisioning a society where work was redefined beyond the confines of traditional employment. They believed in promoting alternative forms of contribution, valuing leisure, creativity, and personal fulfillment. The AWC faced numerous challenges, but the biggest obstacle was overcoming societal expectations and deeply ingrained beliefs surrounding work. The prevailing…

As a kid, my parents and school drilled in my head that work is the center of our lives, and we must find a job we are passionate about and we will “never work a day in our lives”. Graduated high school in December, started working towards something I thought I was passionate about, and ended up hating it. Especially working 40 hr weeks. It will probably never pay good enough to live comfortably, but does any job really pay enough nowadays? Anyways, now I feel stuck. Not at my job, but in life. I'm not passionate about anything, I have no hobbies because I started working when I was 13 and that's all I've been doing and have had time for. I don't even want to work. I can't believe I have to spend the rest of my life doing this shit just to survive. Then retire at 65…

I was fired upon returning from short-term disability leave to deal with a severe depressive episode that was seriously impacting my ability to work effectively. It was an office job at a publishing house, and while it didn't pay great, it at least kept me afloat and insured. Not anymore though. In one fell swoop, they took away my income, my insurance, my self esteem, and basically all the mental stability that I worked so hard to build up while I was on (company approved) leave. Because God has decided to make me his personal enemy, this all happened at the same time we were being forced to move due to a rent spike in our building. My partner's and my savings have been all but wiped due to the move, and I can't stop feeling like all of this financial strain is completely my fault. I keep having flashbacks…

I just recently started working at a drug store in my town. I started on the 12th, and since the 20th, we've been out of dimes. Where I work, we use headsets to communicate with the other employees/managers. A couple days ago, I radioed to the managers, asking if we had any dimes yet. The store manager replied, “No. They can have nickles.” Well, yesterday while I was working the register, I ran out of nickles. So I asked if we had any nickles, and I got “no, we are out of nickles and dimes.” And this isn't even the first time we've run out of change. We were out of pennies last week, too! I'm so sick of having to tell customers, “Sorry, we're out of nickles and dimes, I'll have to give you pennies…” most of the time they just say to forget the pennies. But then the…

So I applied for a position as a writer/editor. Part-time with the potential to go to full-time. Now, I'm definitely not in need of the position but am looking for something to give me a little extra cash. I'm asked to complete a “short editing assignment” to determine my editing skills. The “short editing assignment” is editing an entire 1500-word article, which is most definitely not a short editing assignment. I make sure to do my best work always, and a 1500-word article to fully edit would take me anywhere from 3 to 4 hours to do properly and correctly. Plus doing it without knowing how my work will be used and without proper compensation? No thank you.

Because the last day is spent mentally preparing myself for the next 4 working days and thinking about how miserable all this shit is. All the stresses I'll encounter, the fatigue (both mental and physical) and everything else. It's so hard for me to enjoy my last day off knowing what's ahead. Anyone else have this issue? It's like I can't enjoy the time I do have because I'm all too aware of how much time I don't have. Work, eat, sleep. On repeat, forever and ever. With a sliver of free time here and there. This is life and I hate it. Why does it have to be like this? I'm worn down to the studs. Can't wait to keep doing this for another who the hell knows how many years. Anyway, better get back to my 12 hours/day job.

Commissions are based on objectives and they are already known. But the production manager is deliberately hiding this info from us because she wants to see how we work for this month so she can THEN define objectives. See the catch here? Our job is to take appointments for the sales team and so I'm refraining myself from doing too much to not set the objective too high. On the other hand, the workaholics are trying to set a fucking appointment world record or something. The thing is the manager will put an unattainable target so we don't earn commissions or make us do more work for same amount of commissions BECAUSE OF THEM. So, workaholics suck!!!