Category: Antiwork

For reference this story was 2 years ago while I was in college. Also I am on mobile so sorry for formatting. I worked at a retail store doing online grocery. My coworker let’s call him Marco, because that’s his name, always made feel very uncomfortable. He would always brush up against my lower back, stare at my boobs and butt, and even “accidentally” touched my butt one too many times. I would think about this constantly, maybe I was making it up in my head, maybe it wasn’t a big deal, and maybe I was just in the way. So I decided to count how many times it happened in one day it was 11 times. So, I decided to go to management who told me basically they didn’t have proof and I needed people to back up my story. The funny thing was I wasn’t the only girl…

That was my mother's response to, “how will college students working on $10/hr afford a home or place to rent?” It's like boomers refuse to acknowledge that our system is fucked. I love my mother, but it infuriates me that she refuses to accept that homes are unaffordable, jobs aren't paying enough to live off of, and our government is worthless.