I work in a primary care office, and my manager wanted to meet with me and the provider I work with about what I assumed was this patient rescheduling project she's asked me to work on. Instead they wanted to talk about how they've noticed a “change in my demeanor” the last few weeks.
They didn't say I was doing anything wrong or that I needed to change anything. Well, congratulations, you picked up on the fact that I'm tired of working 40 hours every single week and still living in abject poverty.
In the last few weeks I've learned I'm probably going to have to sell the home I've lived in since 2010 to pay my debts. And with the wage I'm paid I'll never be able to afford the rent increase getting an apartment would bring. I'm facing being unhoused and I've had the boot of capitalism crushing my neck relentlessly for the 20+ years of my adult life.
Fucking right my demeanor has changed. Needed a vent, thank you.