Author: Olivia

My work has had me working 10 hour days, 5-6 times a week, every week, since October. When I get home, I'm left with like 3 hours to made dinner, shower, then off to bed so I can slave away at this job for another 10 hours the next day. And then my one free day each week gets slammed with doing laundry and other chores I can't tend to over the week. The girl I was talking told me today that she's lost interest because I'm never available- my entire social life has disappeared, but this job has allowed me to start tending to my quality of life and doing things that I haven't been able to afford like getting repairs done on my ancient car. I am so tired of this trap between being too broke to survive and being too isolated to live. I shouldn't have the…

Last July I was working at a tech company and things were going…not well. Management was going from bad to worse and every (very minor) perk of the job was being taken away from me. No longer WFH, bonus structure changed to something completely unattainable, and my longtime salary position was being changed to an hourly position. We were told this shift would happen in October. Well one crappy July morning, my team was pulled into a meeting with HR and told again that our positions were being switched to hourly…at the end of the meeting…in 30 minutes. Yeah, we started the morning as salaried and two hours later were hourly. At the next company wide meeting, the CEO went on a tirade regarding employee morale and verbatim said, “if you don't like it here, leave.” Ok. Luckily I got extremely sick for three weeks and was graciously allowed to…

I am server at a little family restaurant. The amount of bull that I've had to put up with over covid rules is ridiculous. I would need more hands to count the number of times I've been told to F off in just the last 6 months. And with that abuse, my boss had thrown down extra work and extra rules, with not even a thank you to his wonderful, warm staff who helped him survive the pandemic. Not even a goddamn pizza party. So, between a rock and a hard place, I started throwing out resumes. Fortunately, a few months ago, I had gotten the foresight to get myself licensed for cannabis sales, as those places seemed to be booming with business. And today, I was just given that job. Full time hours, full benefits, fair raises, every other weekend off, and even a wardrobe compensation. So today, I…

For context, I worked at a gas station and another place just opened across the way about a month ago, so business has been incredibly slow. Especially for week days/weekends. On Tuesday, I had just clocked in when my boss told me she needed to talk to me. She preferences this by saying she was looking at cameras that on the Saturday prior to this she noticed that I had pulled hotdogs off the roller about a half hour early than what we normally do, which was around 7pm. Keep in mind, it was an incredibly slow day, especially around that time, plus I had a coworker who was taking his sweet time with something so I couldn't take my break until he was done. So I took the liberty of getting a head start on my stuff, which was taking the old hotdogs off the roller to clean it.…