Author: Olivia
This story happened probably about 4-5 years ago at a chase bank call center. I think I had been working at chase for about 3 years at this point when I got my got my 7th new manager. We will call him Dick. Everyone had told me Dick was a asshole person, and a stickler for metrics. I figured we would be fine with this though because I was a great employee and went the extra mile 99% of the time. I had low call times, good adherence (taking breaks and lunches when I should) and good call qualities. Well then shit happens. I got viral meningitis. It’s not deadly one (that’s bacterial meningitis, the one the shot does work for) but it still really sucks. If you haven’t heard of it go look it up. I ended up in the hospital for like a week and on bed rest…
So I went to a county job fair recently as moral support of a friend in need of a new job. He’s got a family on the way and is, rightfully, scared sh*tless. While he was speaking with one recruiter, another approached me and asked what industry I was in and what kind of job I was seeking. I politely informed him that though I was not a “vendor”, I was not searching for a job, but searching for a few employees- as the companies/booths I’d seen there offer jack sh*t (they did) and I could use the kind of motivated people who attend job fairs in my small business. The dude looked spooked. Maybe I was accidentally on to something? In reality, I do not own a business. I am not poaching potential employees and I really had no business entertaining him as I was serving a purpose of…
My relationship of over 3 years ended so I had to uproot my life to move back home with my dad. Even though it's actually a huge inconvenience I've been kind enough to give two weeks notice. I'm now being treated poorly because I cant do more. One of my bosses wont acknowledge my existence and my coworker told me how the other makes nasty faces about me when I'm not looking. Sorry to throw a pity party, I just needed to share this somewhere people will just understand how fucked up that is
CW: thoughts of self harm, capitalist bullshit I’m quitting my job as an IT project manager to live a more natural and mutualistic life, to reject the absurdity of modern success, and to quit helping the capitalists exploit the people. Up till now, this life has been the picture of a successful middleclass career; My family and I are neither cold nor hungry. I make enough so that we can afford a modest rent-to-own house from a bank. I have power in my workplace to mete out tasks to others, and to define the way a job is done. And I have an employer-provided safety net so that if we suffer any non-minor medical problem, we will only be slightly ruined, and not properly ruined. But, while I have real estate on the ground, I have neither real estate on the clock nor in the mind. I have influence over…