Antiwork

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I was driving to the gym this am and saw a man crawl out of the bushes at the freeway offramp and stretch out his arms because he was obviously just waking up after having slept there. I drove through a farmer’s market on my way home and saw a man sitting on the curb with all his belongs in a cart and two bags. He had a look of complete defeat and depression on his face, staring at the ground as others walked by and ignored him while drinking $7 coffees. Just another day in the USA. How can I take any joy in any work that I do within a system that treats my fellow countrymen and women with such contempt? Do I give a f$ck about your business that is hoarding enough cash to fund a small country instead of distributing it to the communities that do…

I work at a bank with multiple locations. We are extremely short staffed and any manager you ask will say the same thing. “Nobody wants to work blah blah blah” I usually just keep my mouth shut so I don’t cause any problems. Until now. I referred a good friend of mine and my girlfriend who are both people that are hard workers with excellent resumes. Both denied saying they would go with another candidate. WE HAVE NO OTHER CANDIDATES. The job pays pretty well almost $17 an hour plus commission. I asked why they were turned down and received no answer. I’m so frustrated because it would’ve looked great on their resumes and they would’ve gotten great pay for our area. I’m just tired of the lies and bending over for people who make my yearly salary in 3 months. Just wanted to vent and get it off my…

I had a cyst on the tip of my tailbone that broke and left a hole in my body to where it was painful to sit. I went to the doctor and it was covered somewhat under normal visits until I had to go to a specialist for the area. Then we were paying 100$ per visit two to three times a month. Then it got worse when we found out it was getting deeper from the MRSA burrowing into my body. I was lucky it was draining naturally but it was too deep to heal up from packing or stitches and everywhere I went had to be disinfected. I couldn't even visit the dentist due to the MRSA. Eventually I did get rid of the infection after it stubbornly came back once more but it was not fun. So here I am with a hole in my body, confidence…

We live in a time where billionaires dont pay taxes…. Like wtf. The people who make SO MUCH money dont have to pay taxes, and meanwhile us the little man have to. Their tax money could do so many well things for our society and world. But no they dont have to, instead the people with fixed or little income have to pay taxes. The people who already have it bad and whoose problems might be solved it the goverment would actually start collecting taxes from the rich and using them in a good way. This world is so fucked up man.

Money isn't a storage of value, it's a storage of time. How much you are paid is how much someone thinks the time you put into doing it is worth. If you put in more “effort” (aka activity/time) you are worth more. Or should be. When you buy a loaf of breadyou are paying for the time to not make it yourself. Retirement is not how much you have, it's how long can you live. When you are paid minimum wage, it's not what can you afford to do, it's what can you afford not to do? Value your pay like your value your time.

Hello. I’m really nervous to talk about this. I don’t know why, but I am. And I’m so sorry this is so long. I left this job nearly a year ago, a job that for five years I never called off, worked almost all positions, and worked 14 hour shifts back to back at the beginning of the pandemic, and a job that turned me bitter about working in the United States anymore with this god awful system we have. A job that caused me so much severe body pain and mental grief that a year later, I’m almost a different person now that I no longer work there and my body has been able to heal. I used to cry myself to sleep some nights from stress and physical pain. At the time I was 19-21 years old when the pain really started to bother me. I worked for…