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Hiya! Short story : Going in for a small shift soon (Pick my clothes up and go after this post) but my boss might be in and might want to talk about the *anxiety freakout* (hidden from customers) i had that forced me to leave work 3 hours earlier a week ago. Depending on this chat, I may opt to stop working for the company even though I haven't even been with them for 2 months yet. Because the freakout was foreshadowed. By me. Weeks ago. I mentioned that I'm not good with evening shifts (People tire. I tire harder because my meds act as stimulants, which when they wear off…it's normal people tire plus a MASSIVE face punch of extreme exhaustion) – instead I was put in for ten hours that day, which includes the awful closing shift where they expect you to do way way way too…
Not sure if intentionally malicious….
So, we just found out today what our “raise” we get this year is. They “based” it on our attendance and we didn't know that they were going to do that until two weeks before we got the “raise”. Too late to make a change if needed. This “raise” is 30 cents. Not even 2% for us. The difference between this so called raise and inflation for my is almost a dollar an hour for me. One of my coworkers didn't even get the pay bump since they called in too much since they got sick. I am so done with working here.
I work at a local kitchen. I've stayed this long out of loyalty and honestly routine. We've lost a lot of people lately. It's been rough lately, I won't begin to get into it now because I won't stop. But we can't even get the work done in a night to have things completely ready for the next day, beyond just having things physically set. I'm one of the top people there outside of management now. I wanted to call in today because I'm mentally and physically exhausted but I went anyways. Wish I called out, except for the fact that another coworker (who's been there even longer) was so grateful for help. It's too much lately, and our business is busier. But there is (a second) mutiny brewing. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to my manager and recommend the place closes an hour earlier. I know it can be…
Just want to start off by saying I don't hate my job, I actually like getting out of the house and feeling good about the work that I do. I do however feel like I should be paid more for the tens of thousands of dollars I'm saving the company and our clients on a daily basis. I'm an old-ass man having a tonsillectomy tomorrow and it's going to cost almost $4000 after insurance. Insurance I've paid well over $4000 into over the years of working just at my current employer. This is not a cosmetic or luxury surgery, this is a surgery I've needed for years, as I constantly get tonsillitis/strep/bronchitis at least 12 weeks out of the year. Now I need to work two hours of overtime a day, five days a week, for the next 14 weeks, just to catch up on finances. Just to continue working…
Adding up all my expenses that I have no choice but to pay equals 1200 a month. This doesn't include my medical gas or anything unexpected ot extra & I would have to eat the cheapest food I can get. Even if I have food stamps I still need more than 1k. Like is my math wrong? Is this possible I would need $24 at 50hrs or $30 at 40hrs the only other option is a 2nd person and we work $16 for 40hrs each. I keep getting job offers at $11hr I don't get this. Please tell me my math is wrong but my bills are as anemic as I could make them I have cheaper rent than anyone else & I still can't do it. Edit: after more math my real need is more like 2k but normally that wasn't even that much to me & now I…
After no pay rises in the past three years whilst the company I work for bulks up their bank account (yes, I have access to it) I had started pressing about a pay rise since before Christmas. Everytime I mentioned it my boss (the owner of the company) he would tell me that he's thinking about it yet nothing ever happens. Well this morning something just snapped within me and all of a sudden I needed a wheelbarrow to carry around my balls as I walked straight into his office and called him out for the fact that I'm falling into financial poverty working for him. I never flinched as he tried to justify what he thought I was worth, just instead starring at him with a blank poker face until he relented and asked me what I wanted. Even though he gave it begrudgingly, I got it. Without this…