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I’m Done

A rant I don’t know where else to throw into the universe. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t go to bed every night wondering if I’ll be good enough for my client and bosses anymore. I can’t get praised and a good annual review on Friday just to be treated like I don’t know what I’ve been doing for the past ten years the following Tuesday. I can’t spend my days “off” dreading and counting the hours until I have to be on for them again. I had to up my antidepressants three months ago, I have an ulcer now, I’m constantly tired and on edge. Fuck this shit. Fuck it all into the deepest of the depths of hell.


A rant I don’t know where else to throw into the universe.

I can’t do it anymore. I can’t go to bed every night wondering if I’ll be good enough for my client and bosses anymore. I can’t get praised and a good annual review on Friday just to be treated like I don’t know what I’ve been doing for the past ten years the following Tuesday. I can’t spend my days “off” dreading and counting the hours until I have to be on for them again. I had to up my antidepressants three months ago, I have an ulcer now, I’m constantly tired and on edge. Fuck this shit. Fuck it all into the deepest of the depths of hell.

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