Author: Olivia

I work housekeeping in a hospital and one constant I'm finding across all departments– from nursing to security to lab techs– is that first and second shift seemingly hate each other. The general consensus among second shift is that first shift seems to be committed to doing as little work as possible, even to the detriment of the next shift, while second shift is held to insane standards that first shift simply isn't; the only explanation we have for the latter is that since first shift isn't paid any kind of shift differential, they're not held to as strict of a standard. For example: at least once a week, second shift housekeeping has their areas inspected by the head of the shift, and we have to make it look as good as possible or else we could get written up. First shift, meanwhile, can just let the public bathrooms by…

We should all start entering our supervisor/ managers office and just throw up all over the place, in addition, job interviews as well. Escalation involves shitting one’s pants and reaching in and flinging the shit into the interviewers face. Piss all over desks, carpets,all the while laughing hysterically . Imagine thousands of workers just fucking it all up. No one left to clean it all up. Live News broadcasts interrupted by the smiley anchor’s face suddenly plastered with shit. Bring the heads of capital to be flung screaming off of skyscrapers into large industrial garbage chippers waiting below. Jam ingots of iron pyrite into the eyes of the rich and crucify them on the masts of super yachts .

I have very recently come to the realization that I am struggling with severe burnout. The worst it’s ever been. I work two jobs, am living on my own for the first time, and cope with some pretty severe mental illness. My second job has been scheduling me way more than I asked. I have since talked to them, but I let it go for a while because I wanted the money and I wanted to believe I could handle it. I feel like I am constantly going and going and going. I cannot catch my metaphorical breath. I am beginning to completely break down over tiny things that I could usually handle. I want a break. I think I need a break. So I am thinking about giving myself a four day break, starting tomorrow (or technically today now I guess- shift is supposed to start in 6 hours).…

Im a cook working closing shift the last 12 years. Been at about 8 jobs in this time. After about a year and half to two years I get depressed. Its all so mundane. I always have my sober times and times where i drink my two tall cans per night to cope. Its so hard sometimes. Just live to work and pay rent. fuck im going nuts man. I know we are all going through it. I want to escape this shit. My only savior seems to be vanlife. Build out a van for minimalist living and work part time and save money for a while and just chill and focus on myself. I just needed to vent and i know you people understand me.

My dad was working for this company since almost the very beginning of its conception, going from the original CEO, and after it was sold off to a different company. He’s been working there for over 30 years and they just fired him because they’re downsizing. I worked at the same company for a while when I left high school, he was a higher up and was well respected by everyone and growing up with him working there, I saw him at his worst on the most stressful days. He worked hard. And they just fired him like he was worth nothing. Nothing really crazy I’m just really sad to have this happen to my own dad and wanted to vent. I was already disgusted with our work culture and knew this happens, but this is a new level for me since it’s personal

Maybe she liked working, so that’s why she was still working at that age. Either way, it’s sad. She collapsed and was taken to the emergency room, where she passed away and then all I could think about is how she would end up in the morgue down the hall from where she worked…all in the same shift. I don’t know her personally but I’m sad for her. I’ve been in a melancholy mood all night at work. It just got me thinking about what the end game really is here. Maybe I’m being cynical but it just feels like all there really is to life is work and then trying to fill in the gaps with things that bring you solace. I know we’re all just screaming into the void but I felt like sharing anyways.

Hey everybody, first post on Reddit after being a lurker for the past several years. Just feeling really burnt out and want to vent/ get opinions. So last year I quit my job that I worked at for 5 years. This job was a 4/10 schedule, hard manual labor in terrible conditions. Pros were I made $27 an hour and it was 10 minutes away from my house. I quit that job because the company often did layoffs and I honestly hated my job even though the pay was good. I couldn’t see myself doing that hard manual labor for the rest of my life. My new job is great. I started about 6 months ago. It’s not hard manual labor, I supervise myself and plan out my own days. I don’t go home physically exhausted everyday which is a nice change. Only issue is my new job is an…