Author: Olivia

Once I eat my lunch box, I don't see the point of being at work anymore

Was working at a CNC Machine shop for 6 months but had found a better opportunity. When I put in my resignation letter they told me to punch out and leave. I was never written up or reprimanded for any mistakes or behavior. I was running 2 CNC Mill Turns and I tried to leave on a good note as I was grateful for the opportunity to work there. They claimed I had to leave immediately due to low workflow but I was running multiple machines and had alot of other work orders lined up. It took me by surprise because now I’m worried I’ll be without insurance for two weeks.

I'm violently ill. I need to go to a hospital probably but I am not willing to pay for the visit. I'll live in an at will employment state and they will fire me with or without a note because of the strict attendance policy. I can't afford to lose the job but I also feel like I'm dying. Guess I'll just die. Fuck work

Whenever I come on here and see someone propose the idea of a general strike, all I see Americans reply with is “I would but I have no money to support myself if I quit working for even a day” or something along those lines. If things keep at the pace they’re going you wont have any money to support yourself even if you keep going to work. This is coming from an outsider, but from my perspective, you organize now to speed up the pace of change or you organize later when you really have “nothing to lose” and when it’s even harder to recover from inequality. In my eyes a revolution seems inevitable for you, it is just a matter of time I am rooting for you!

1 in 8 Americans have to start loan payments again. My wife and I have suprise student loans to pay back and I'll be laid off soon from work. How are people supposed to survive this? What can be done?

Tldr: I spend 11 hours on average around work. I have no time for myself to do anything I enjoyed just for an above average pay grade. I don't know if this belongs here but here we go. I graduated college with a lousy GPA. Did not even met the minimum criteria for graduate school. For some unknown reason I lucked into an administrative position in a large investment bank. I ended up making more than I could think of. Most of my colleagues and managers are pretty well tempered and nice. But somehow I find myself more miserable than ever. I did some basic math. Including commute and lunchtime, I spend an average 11 hours at work. This does not even factored in the time I put on makeup and dressed up to look presentable (I don't really do this when I'm off work). Everyday I was forced into…