Author: Olivia

Fuck work so much. Since covid started my life choices have really come to hit me in the face. I am looking down the barrel at loosing my 3rd family member since this all started. I have spent all of my adult years, over a decade, playing by the rules. I worked hard. I showed up on time, stayed late, I barely took vacation, I went back to school, I started over and hustled more because that's how you get where you need to be right? Well, now here I am with family dropping left and right and all I can think of is how I lost the time I could have spent with them, the conversations that we will never have, the alienation from my own family (because they live out of town), and the pain of not knowing how to be there for other grieving family members. I…

This is my second time posting here, and I feel I should preface this by saying I like my job. I’ve worked this job for almost 4 years, with a 3-year gap between the third and fourth year, so I’m loyal, if anything. There are three points I feel I should touch on, from my experience. 1.) I was essentially promised a managerial position, upon my return. The original store manager, who has since retired, wanted me to be able to be a shift manager (essentially a supervisor) by the time he retired. It hasn’t happened at all. I haven’t even been trained, or started training at all. It’s starting to feel like the worst empty promise I’ve ever had. 2.)Piss poor scheduling. Aside from needing to take the odd day off, because I was sick, I’ve only had two weekends off. One by request for my one year anniversary…

This is a long one so strap in bois. I was diagnosed with ADHD some years ago and have been taking medication for it for about four years now. I was very relieved to receive my diagnosis and medication because it felt like I could finally be on a level playing field as everyone else, and function like an actual adult. The thing is though, that my medication kills every part of me that is incompatible with being productive; parts of me that I love. The part of me that gets really excited and passionate about a thing that I love, the part of me that’s creative and also a little all over the place. On the one hand, I berate myself for having ADHD and not being able to “function properly”. But on the other hand I know that I am an extremely hard worker when it’s work that…

During the pandemic, I began to think a lot about human existence, why we’re here etc. I started looking at theories of consciousness and the multiverse theory, all coming to the same conclusion. That current human society is pointless and fake. We are born through no choice of our own, entering a world that values money and achieving things. As children we’re constantly told to aspire to the next level, and then the next; always ‘what career do you aspire to’, ‘what’s your dream job’. There’s never any sense of achievement when you get there. I’ve been through school, college, a Bachelor’s degree and finally a Master’s, yet that’s not enough for even the most basic jobs. It’s so demotivating. Now it’s just more the same, but now to try and survive, spending 5/7 days of life working some pointless job, competing for It’s frustrating and I just don’t care.…

Throughout history access to material needs has been the flashpoint for any large scale public revolt. Credit has made it possible to stagnate wages and increase prices. We eat food and buy clothes and other novelty items and services we don’t actually have the means to pay for, receive education and ‘hope’ for a better life without anyone (including taxpayers) actually paying for it. Can even pay rent in credit in some places. Credit and loans just perpetuate the myth that our time and labor isn’t being undervalued while we aren’t actively enslaving ourselves settling for less and keeping the wheels turning. How much of the working class could survive without credit cards? If people weren’t able to buy things either prices would fall or wages would increase (in theory who knows what these ghouls would actually do) or there would be revolt yet here we are