Antiwork

I am absolutely livid right now. I got to work this morning and as part of my routine got some water from the cooler. Our coolers are just hooked to the buildings water, they are not the stand alone types. As I was setting up for work, I read an email sent an hour before I got in stating that there was a boil order on the building. One would think that there would be included in that email a direction to work from home, but there was not. I immediately took several pictures of the area around the cooler to show that there was no signage posted, and then told my manager I would be working from home. I am going to be contacting my HR and health and safety departments, and if I get sick I am going to raise fucking hell.

With people demanding more from their jobs and an wanting an end to long hours will the 40 hour work week be gone soon?

I swear, in the past four months, I have not had ONE interview where they didn't admit to at least one major instance of fudging the truth in their ad within the first 5-15 minutes. Like… regular office hours? “Well, that means regular for US, you see, which is noon to 9 pm with Saturdays included.” Administrative job? “Technically it's mainly that, but we expect our staff to wear many hats, so you'd be expected to do market research, customer service in two languages, and also accounting(!!!!!).” Remote and hybrid opportunities? “Oh we added that to get more applicants! No, the software would allow it, but the owner just really wants everyone here (in this drafty windowless warehouse). Are you still interested?” WELL GEEZ MARTHA, I WONDER. all I want is a fkin M-F 9-5 where I can sit down, so I can both see my family every now and…

HR lady fucked me over. Gave me an attitude and bluntly said “No Im done” after I tried rescheduling an appointment for the second time for a background check. Thing is, I'm physically disabled and cannot drive. Uber will cost me $60. Plus $26 for fingerprints. The HR lady is NOT my employer- and the employer knows I am disabled and cannot drive. My actual work location is a 30 minute walk, the office for the background check is a 30 minute drive. Which I was not made aware of the location until after I was hired by the employer. I am freaking out right now and shaking, Im waiting to try and email my employer but I am scared in case the HR lady sees. This is why I cant call back- she was the one to first answer the phone. I am not a confrontational person, my anxiety…

Managers chose the side of the corporations. They're the one's who enforce the bullshit policies we all hate. They're the one's we have to ask for raises but they can't give us a livable wage. They always come down on the side of the business they work for and act like their hands are tied when you ask them for something. They're the one's who write us up when our productivity is low because we're too sick or soar to move at break neck speed. They write us up for calling off sick. They write us up for calling off for family emergencies and personal reasons. They write us up for not letting people use us as a doormat because the “customer is always right.” Sometimes they write us up just to write us up. They're the one's who fire us and put us in situations where we can't collect…

I’m currently in the military. Separating, but unfortunately still in as of now. While I’m thankful for the benefits I’ll have getting out, being in has been a major shit show. Nobody should wake up nervous to go to work, Get counseling for not answering phones on off days or messing up in any way they don’t see fit to them ( and actually lose pay over it or be confined in a windowless room away from family for the littlest things ), having toxic ass higher leadership put on a show for the press and public that they care about mental health but when there’s 10 suicides on ONE ship In 10 months, those same higher ups visit the ship and tell the enlisted to lower their standards and suck it up ( look up the ship George Washington to know the full story ). The military is in…

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…