Category: Antiwork

I am a mechanic. I am certified and have 20 years of experience. Over the last few years the daily aches and pains have begun to affect me outside of work, to the point that when I get off work, I just want to sit in my recliner with a heating pad on my back. After work I am so physically burnt out I dread having to keep up with the house. I have zero energy left over or my body aches so bad I am in no mood to do anything. Last August I suffered an injury to my right elbow at work that resulted in surgery. I look at my co-workers in there late 50's and realize the road I am headed down. Arthritis and riddled with pain. I don't want to end up like that. So I made a profile and posted my resume on indeed over…

If we've had any kind of functional parenting in our childhood, we've been taught to be respectful of others, perhaps to even be deferential to people who are older than us (depending on your culture). Add to this, if you grew up in middle-America where being nice and non-confrontational is a societal norm, then you know how uneasy (maybe even downright frightening) it is to actually BE confrontational. Abusive managers bank on this. It is this fear of what others might think, or what drama might ensue that keeps too many of us quiet. Even if we manage to find the words to respond when asked something inappropriate, or when boundaries have been crossed, if a bully can smell fear or intimidation, they often try to double-down until we are silenced. The older I get, the less shits there are to give. When I was young I was easily intimidated.…

I found the job on indeed. It said it was in my city. Got an email a few minutes ago. The job is actually 5 hours away. Fml

Fuck y’all, I’ll find a better job on the clock lol The call was about our organizations partnering but it was just me and the folks who want to hire me. We talked business and then we briefly talked business I’m hype

I went to a restaurant that was hiring and they told me to do a trial the next day. I arrived and started working in the kitchen, no one greeted me, and with signs they told me to talk to the Hispanic guys. Even though I was talking in English the whole time they still thought I was not able to communicate, but oh well I rather speak in Spanish. Anyways, while I was cutting some vegetables I was thinking that it was bananas that they didn't tell me the hours and pay rate. I am making 12 dollars in my current job, I just wanted to know if switching was a good idea. I finally found the hiring lady and asked her about the hours/payment. The answer was: “I can't tell you until the end of the day (11 hours) because if you don't like it then it is…