Antiwork

I work at a place where the menfolk laugh about making female servers cry and quit. One of them made a joke about me being molested as a kid in front of one of my tables. I make more money here than any other restaurant, and these guys aren't going anywhere. They're horrible but their artisanal chef skills are pretty niche so they frequently get drunk and aggressive at work, knowing they're not going to be fired. Two of my female coworkers want to transfer to a different store because one of the guys they brought back is so mean and ugly they fear he's going to hurt them. He's 6'3 and gets his kicks belittling girls that are a foot shorter than him. Multiple cases of assault have happened at my work throughout its' history, so the girls fears aren't ridiculous. All the chefs are alcoholics and on child…

So kraft heinz in Ontario is phenomenal in its stupidity. First let's try operation Phoenix. Where we fire everyone off and run the plant as a skeleton crew. Great way to save money. Except now the people have to work extra shifts to cover missing people. Then covid. After firing everyone off the plague hits so we need everyone back. But its been 6 months and all the people that got fired have better jobs that treat them like people. So we keep overworking and burning people out. Let's offer retention bonuses to try to bring people in, not anything to keep the people. That didn't work so now let's fire off unhappy people and bring in Temps to do there work. For 33 an hour. Nearly double what most the full time employees are making. There is a union but it's about as corrupt as heinz.

I've worked their for just about 7 months. I have wanted to quit since just about the moment I started, but always thought i'd give it a shot. I work at a slightly “upper-class” convenience store, without trying to blow their trumpet. I've recently turned 18, and I thought it was there policy not to have part-time workers, who didn't want a career in that field. So I was super exited to stop working there, and fine something else. That was until the night before one of my shifts, where my dad somehow convinced me to ask for another role instead of finding something else. I did, and got a job working behind the kiosk. ​ I hate it. I hate the pressure that comes with handling money. I hate working there. I couldn't sleep well the week before my shift, even though I know that I'm not a brain…