Long story short, I stopped giving a shit about this giant corporation of grocery chains.
They brought in some new system that would only add more work on us. They refused to hire more people. I worked part time and they kept wanting to add work onto me. 8 hours of work in four hours? Hell no.
I worked two jobs. I pay rent on my own and bills etc. I have no family to help me.
My mental health was tanking and at this point I stopped giving a shit. After over four years of being there I reached my limit. I should have left sooner but it was the security “blanket” of more money that kept me there.
Well they found out I would also shop for clearance stuff on the clock. (Yet I was always punching out an hour early most days because I wanted to get home and sleep for my next job. And yes I finished all my tasks quickly). Yes, I violated company policies on breaks and shopping for clearance food to feed myself at home—cause once it’s gone it’s gone.
And honestly, I don’t feel bad. I don’t even care that I’d take longer breaks. I was dead tired, often dissociating from how exhausted and mentally drained I was.
Well, I’m not going back, this happened last week. A part of me feels like I’m a bad person for not giving a shit and taking longer breaks and shopping on the clock. But now as I feel how much my body has broken down and I didn’t feel it until now, and how much better my mental health is, fuck it. I guess I’ll be a bad person then.