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I Am The Problem

This morning, i woke up with just horrid stomach pains. I ate some fish last night while the wife an i were out, and lets just say it has not cooperated with me. So being an American with 2 sick days a year (okay exaggerating, i get more, but my last job was literally 2, and i was managing an engineering team), i messaged my boss saying that i needed to take the rest of the day off. I got an hour into the day and im nearly curled up in a ball while WFH. So as im laying here, i remember that i have a meeting today on site, and im covering it for him. Its so engrained in my tiny little brain that this shit means something so i deleted the messages i sent (we use teams) and am currently getting dressed to go run this damn meeting…


This morning, i woke up with just horrid stomach pains. I ate some fish last night while the wife an i were out, and lets just say it has not cooperated with me.

So being an American with 2 sick days a year (okay exaggerating, i get more, but my last job was literally 2, and i was managing an engineering team), i messaged my boss saying that i needed to take the rest of the day off. I got an hour into the day and im nearly curled up in a ball while WFH.

So as im laying here, i remember that i have a meeting today on site, and im covering it for him. Its so engrained in my tiny little brain that this shit means something so i deleted the messages i sent (we use teams) and am currently getting dressed to go run this damn meeting in horrid stomach pain.

He even messaged me back asking what the deleted messages were and i lied.

This is what the system has done to us. I've been just engrained that this shit is normal. I know its not, yet here i am typing this out, dressed, and about to leave. I am part of the problem and i do not know how to change.

All i have to say is i hope to god something happens in the next 20-30 years, because if i have kids, this is the last thing id want for them.

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