I would be fine with going to work if we weren’t always short staffed.
I would be okay with working if I wasn’t forced into overtime every week.
I wouldn’t mind my job if I didn’t work 12 hours a day.
I could accept working long hours if I didn’t have to do it 6 days a week.
I would be grateful with the lousy pay if I got benefits. Some insurance or even sick time.
I wouldn’t be mad if I didn’t get unpaid vacations…. If I could take time off at all.
I could accept paying taxes on all this time, if the money was used responsibly.
I will pay my overpriced rent with a smile on my face, if my landlord actually did his job maintaining the property instead of ignoring the broken stove, washer, dryer, overflowing dumpster, leaking room, broken porch, black mold, broken windows and clogged pipes. (I wish I was exaggerating).
I’m not complaining about being an adult and having responsibilities in life. I’m complaining about being bleed dry to simply exist. I’m complaining about complete and utter lack of freedom. If I work I pay taxes and am under the governments thumb. I work to pay my rent and am at the will of my landlord. Give him what he wants or be kicked to the streets. I can’t be homeless because it’s impossible to get and hold a job living in a tent. But to keep the job I need to do whatever my employer says or risk being fired. Which means giving up the majority of my time. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Decade after decade… until eventually I die from stress related conditions. Caused by years of being overworked and not having the time or energy to properly take care of myself. My life taken away from these parasites. Ei. The landlords, the bosses, the politicians, etc. who profit off my misery. I JUST WANT TO LIVE. There has to be another way…