Not sure if this is the right sub, but I’m here to complain. I’m graduating college in 3 weeks and have been job hunting since mid-February with little success. I’ve had 5 interviews and 1 second interview and have applied to over 100 jobs. This nightmare has only reinforced my anti-capitalist viewpoint on work, because why is finding jobs to apply to a full time job in and of itself???? Absolutely horrible!!!!!
I m(18) just started working at McDonald’s about a month ago. I’ve been doing good and have made friends with some of the staff there. However, these 3 kitchen ladies (all Hispanic with limited English proficiency) have begun complimenting me and telling me how “handsome I am”. It struck me as odd and definitely out of the ordinary but I shrugged it off at first. It progressed into one of them asking for my number and consistently texting me after work or at night. I eventually just left her on delivered. As of the writing of this it has now evolved to a point where I feel increasingly uncomfortable working with these ladies and do my best to avoid them. They now refer to me as “guapo” (handsome in Spanish) instead of my name because they have difficulty pronouncing it. For example, they are restocking a cooler cabinet and are…
My friend shared this post. I guess she wants to make sure her kids get a “real” job.
I'm an assistant manager at a privately owned restaurant whom I've been with for over a year. I've loved my job all the way up until recently and feel as if I'm being treated wrong and unfairly but I need some outside opinions. In late January of this year, my coworker committed suicide. This coworker was the general managers brother. They lived together and he was found by the general manager in his room an hour before their shift was to start. This was the beginning of a lot of hurt for our staff as we were all very close to one another. This caused a drastic shift in the energy of our workspace and the general manager would leave without warning a little over 2 months ago. I was not working the week that he left and was not aware of his departure. The other assistant manager, who we…
My ex-employee did an investigation into how I was bullied – I was told by the third party investigator that I wasn’t bullied. I legally obtained a copy of the report he made inside of it he said I was bullied and that the business wanted to get rid of me. I nearly ended my life over this situation, I changed my personality, I changed how I thought – I changed everything and for the past fucking year I’ve been gaslit into thinking it NEVER happened when it did. Companies could not give a fuck about you.
Hello y’all. Thank you to those who checked in on me and asked for this final update. I know there are Reddit users who feel the need to be cruel and disguise it as feedback. This is why I wasn’t ready to say anything . Please spare us and keep it to yourself. Original posts are still up, if you need a reminder of what’s going on. Anyways, my boss came back from vacation and had a lot to say about the situation George had created. An investigation was launched and unfortunately I became the center of that. My teammates all signed statements saying I was engaging in terminable offenses One teammate went as far as turning texts over. After a week of investigating I had had enough and decided to resign. I gave an in-depth detail of the issues on my resignation and sent it in. I made sure…
I was working as a CNA. I'd been at that facility for a year, first coming there through Agency, and later being begged to be hired on -provided I kept my pay secret-. I was a diligent worker, knew my job well, and worked 16 hours a day Friday, Sat, and Sun, more when needed or when there was bad weather. I even stayed at my bosses house when we dubbed it unsafe for me to drive the hour home. I never missed a day and at one point averaged 150 hours a paycheck when I was still Agency. I averaged 120 hour paychecks during most of Covid. Never again. CNAs are assigned hallways. Or in this building's case assigned building sections (Front, back, Dementia, and then later Covid-unit). I was supposed to be in the Dementia Unit, locked in, as I'm a Certified Dementia Care Practicioner, having taken a…
Title. To elaborate, I lost my job during the pandemic (hospitality industry) and it had an immediate effect on my sense of self worth. I fell into a deep depression as the world seemed to shut down around me. After the stimulus money ran out I had to do something. I got a dead end job to make ends meet. Now I've quit that awful dead end job for something decent and I feel amazing. Yet there's a part of me that feels bad for how good I feel about having a decent job. Like, do I only feel good about myself because I'm employed and making “enough” money? Yes, absolutely. And that bums me out. I hate how my opinion of myself is dependent on my employment status.