And honestly I have no idea what I'm going to do next. But they treated me so badly there that I used to ride the train home and wish it would erupt into flames somehow.
I'm broke, I have very little savings, but they treated me like garbage. When I told my boss (as I was quitting) that the only thing I'd asked for is to be talked to like a person, and not a dog that shit on the rug, he said “oh yeah? Good luck finding that! You'll be crawling back soon enough I know you can't survive without health insurance. “
I'm type 1 diabetic. So like, is he wrong? Not necessarily. But the mental strain here was killing me. That, combined with some bad shit in my personal life, like… what good is health insurance when the stress and mistreatment is killing you anyway?
I told him it sounded a lot like he was cool with what amounted to being slavery. I took my personal effects and left.
I'm so afraid. I don't know what I'll do next. But I'm not fucking going back there. I would rather be homeless and die.