Category: Antiwork

All I wish is for the day to be over so I can walk my dog, go to gym, and relax and watch tv or read a book. Doing this 5x a week for eternity and having a split second 2 days off is torture. Tried reading self help, didn’t help. Doctor gave me Prozac, didn’t help. It’s nothing but never ending wishing for the day to be over, and knowing you have to do it again next day.

And texted me today. 3 months ago, I went through the application process and had an interview, and called to follow up. He said “Sorry, I’m really busy this morning, I’ll call you back” and never did. Now he’s asking if I want to work 2 days a week for him. Some nerve. Should I just ignore him?

I have a pretty good job and I really get along well with my supervisor. However, today I sent in a vacation request to leave a couple of hours early the Friday before Easter in order to go on a family trip over Easter weekend. I previously requested and was approved to take a full day off the week after Easter and I have a doctor's appointment around the same time that will require me to leave the office for 2-3 hours. This is during a busy time in the office, but we work for the state so it's not like things can wait until I get back, especially for me to take off for two hours! Not only did my boss not approve the two hour request, she reminded me that she was apprehensive about me taking the other times off. I have plenty of vacation time so that…

I've been working there for over a year there too and the only raise I got was minimum wage going up. I never got a yearly raise at all like my coworker. And when my coworker told me he said they told him to keep it a secret. My boss is on vacation rn but I have a bone to pick with him after he's back.

I’ve had numerous jobs and when my co worker is clearly sick, coughing for hours, and complaining of not feeling well, the boss will just brush it off and tell them to take care of themselves. I’ve gotten sick at work so many times. My co worker is currently coughing up a storm and told my supervisor she was in the hospital and left against doctor’s orders. And she’s still sitting next to me working. My throat hurts and I’m just keeping it to myself at this point because I’ve gotten a warning already for calling out sick.

The thought of so many people wanting the type of job I have doesn’t make me feel accomplished. Or like “the lucky one”. It makes me sad and terrified. Sad that, as humans, we’re pitted against each other like this. Hordes of us forced into a psychological Battle Royale. It’s disgusting. Terrified, because my job security is sketchy at best and in the blink of an eye I could be on the hunt again. One of hundreds of anxious, often experienced people, vying for the chance to simply…get by. If that. Companies know this too. They know how expendable we are. They know it amplifies our desperation to not lose whatever job we have and accept much less than we’re worth. Financially and spiritually. It’s truly fucked. And it’s no wonder so many of us are burnt out and looking for the exit. That sunset road. It’s not sustainable.