Author: Olivia

I'm looking for a job, which is a whole mess, but I'm doing a lot of interviews. They take a lot of my time researching, getting ready,d then doing the actual interview. I don't get paid for that and most of the time I never hear back. But, the person interviewing me gets paid. It seems f***ed up to me. Maybe I'm just bitter.

When i come home from work i’m just too fucking exhausted to do anything. I just zone out in from of the tv and fall asleep within 10 minutes. I work 10h shifts most days and i work every other weekend too, it’s soul crushing and mentally draining, and i don’t even live in USA, i live in Sweden. Is this what life is about?

I lurk around this sub and love all the stories and posts of peoples run ins with their out-of-touch management. But as a construction worker, I don’t generally come into contact with office people. It finally happened.. My SO and I had applied for a rental, and they needed my work contact to verify my income and all that. No problem. I didn’t lie on the application, I wrote down my gross monthly income as they had asked. The following week (last week), my superintendent was doing a walk-around and stopped to chat with our crew (Myself, a couple other guys and our foreman). He’s an engineer, has never picked up a tool in his life, and has that “I’m better than you dirty workers” attitude. I could be wrong, but just my opinion. So he brings up that he got a call about my application. And in front of…

So I work for a major vision insurance provider doing customer service in a call center. Since I started it has been an abolished shit show, my training was cancelled indefinitely due to business needs during “busy season” and me and the rest of my training class were tossed onto the phones with virtually no support and made to figure out our jobs on our own as we went along. Recently I proposed to my girlfriend and yesterday I informed my boss I would be getting married in January of 2023 and would need about a week off for the wedding and honeymoon. I was promptly and firmly told that the date fell on “black out dates” for the assumed busy season and a wedding was not something they would make an exception for and my supervisor had the balls to say to me he would hate to make me…