Antiwork

This was a few years ago but this sub has really helped me process how absolutely insane this was. I was working a part-time job at a mom/pop store during college. I woke up one morning to smoke and fire alarms. My entire apartment burned to the ground and I lost everything. The only thing I had were my car keys and cell phone. I called my boss and explained the situation, even sent photos. But no one was able to pick up my afternoon shift, so I was expected to come in. I had to go to Walmart with cash from the Red Cross to buy some clothes so I could dress for work. Money that should have gone to real necessities (you know, like food) had to be spent on jeans and a “nice” blouse. Thankfully I had awesome co-workers that donated clothes and other items to help…

I’m reading a book called the big three of economics right now I’m on the section about Adam Smith. So even Adam Smith said education was the responsibility of the govt because the specialization required in the work force would not be enough to give anyone a well rounded education and didn’t think trying to monetize education (again due to specialization) would work out.

Texas social worker at a hospital. I’m salaried and have not been receiving overtime pay despite working well over 40 hours a week. Was told I didn’t need to clock out since I’m salaried. This doesn’t seem right. Anyone have insight?

I’ve been trying to find a teaching job for the last 4 months. I have 10+ years experience, a master’s degree, and numerous areas of expertise. I’ve sent well over 50 applications at this point and received only 1 interview, which was unsuccessful. Today I received yet another rejection email which finally just broke me. I’ve done everything right. What more can I do? I’m just tired…

Buckle up Ladies and gents because this is a long one with lots of context. On a throwaway because obviously. I work(ed) at a store called 2nd & Charles. It's essentially a book store but it sells games, movies, posters, manga, vinyl, CDs, etc. They also take in product (kinda like a thrift store) in which they scan the ISBN or SKU number of your old books and such and can give you some money for it. It's a nice hybrid of a pawn shop and a thrift store. They “buy” in customers old stuff for pennies and resell it for sometimes triple what the customer will get back. Now, say someone wants to see what they can get for their iPad. We would take it in, go on ebay, see what sold versions of that model of iPad are going for, and price it according to that. This then…

6 months ago I started my first corporate job with a good salary. I was pretty much paycheck to paycheck at my previous jobs, so this is the first time I'm able to live in my own apartment and can afford the lifestyle I've been wanting so bad. I'm grateful, I really am. I hated all my other jobs, and I thought cushy corporate would solve my problems. The work itself is okay – but the culture literally makes me want to vomit. The fakeness, passive aggressiveness, ass-kissing, and office politics is sickening. It makes me so anxious and I dread it every day. I've hated all of my jobs, but I love my personal life and I now love it more than ever since I can afford to do fun things. I'm not passionate about anything besides my friends and family. But I like to read mystery books, cook,…

Hey everyone. My names Brittany but I go by a nick name of Luna. I’m here because I’ve just looked up how many jobs I’ve been fired from. The official government website total told me 63 all lasting less than 3 months.I wanted to come here because I feel lost on what to do with my life. I’ve TRIED to get jobs I’m good at, I’m a sewer and ive tried to work at sewing places and paint stores, with colors and things that give me life but it’s ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE that RUINS it.the whole work environment and makes me just stop wanting to come for me it feels like there’s no way out but this life is honestly waayyyy too hard, we did NOOTTT ask to be born into all of these obligations I feel like. If your skill isn’t raking up, saving up dollars, (the grind) then…