Author: Olivia

My current company wanted us all to come back to the office in the next 3-4 months. For reference, I've been working remotely for 2 years due to covid. Even though a few employees voiced their desire to work from home (it's a small business), the owner preferred the “culture” of the office (bland cubicles, the owner being able to walk around to talk to people, etc.). This was one reason that I decided to look for other work, fully remote work, in addition to the much higher pay for remote positions for the same job. Without trying to brag, my skill set it highly sought after by businesses, so I received 3 offers nearly back-to-back. Option A paid $X, but the health insurance was poor and it would require me to travel 25% of the time. Option B paid $X – 15%, but had great insurance, more vacation time,…

I am sick of hearing it. Those joke/comments my boss will make occasionally thinking he is funny while perpetuating the concept that he is providing money to us as some sort of courtesy or favor to us. “you're lucky you get paid at all” This was the the latest one. Like he pretends he has the option to not pay? I know it is a joke but the impression it gives is as if he is doing us a favor by him actually doing his only damn job. End Rant.

Just got home. Can't believe what a joke of a raise it is. I make 42,000 a year and after this raise it will be 44,190 which is the equivalent to 181$ increase after taxes a month. I feel gutted and destroyed. This is a non profit and normally this second position makes $50,000 a year. I was expecting at a minimum, $15,000 raise and this is an utter joke. My hours have more than tripled and if I could have afforded it, I would have walked out right then. I didn't bother to negotiate because I knew it wouldn't matter. Right when I was driving home I called my husband and asked when the earliest I could quit is. Looking at our budget I could quit is in March. Like the last week of March. Since reading all the stories here on the subreddit I've decided that I will…

They ask me to review specific people and what they were doing and when they did certain things. Sooo creepy, just so they can possibly catch someone who may or may not have clocked in or out for lunch and save the company $13. What a joke of a job and if your store has cameras, they are lying and backstabbing and being extra creepy just fyi

'If you want a living wage, perhaps you should go to a trade school or have an actually marketable career.' And it always comes from the older generation. Has it never occurred to them that, perhaps, anyone who trades 40 hours (or less) of their time a week should be entitled to living a comfortable life? And also, anyone who is disabled or cannot otherwise work, as well. It's beyond selfish to think that someone who can't work, for ANY reason, should languish in poverty. I always try, and fail, to understand that sentiment. In their mind, the people who serve you: fast food workers, concierge, janitors, teachers…they should continue to do their job while living in despair??? And how the fuck can you expect someone to learn a trade or a skill that takes many hours to learn while they're impoverished?! How can anyone be so far removed from…

I'm part of gen z myself. I've been a part of this sub for a while and wasn't sure if anyone else was part of gen z. You guys have opened my eyes even more to a lot of people's struggle in this sub and in America. And this sub has definitely impacted at least one kid in gen z. I'm grateful for this sub for having me not fall into the trap of the whole “work until you die” mentality. Thank you.

Tl,Dr: work delivering pizzas for Domino's on a bike, said weather was shitty and boss didn't care. I got hit by a car from faulty brakes and boss didn't ask once if I was even okay. So another post about Domino's is making me recall this story. Basically I started working as a delivery driver on those electric bikes they have in a hugely known city. I get my own bike but it's store property and I can't work on it…. which I wouldn't care about except the bike is in extremely bad shape and the brakes barely work. Regardless I keep working. One fateful day I show up for work and it's a downpour.I'm talking flooding in the streets. It's also 5 o clock traffic. I start delivering my pizzas and I get back and tell boss man the weather is dangerous and I don't feel safe. He says…