Antiwork

I’m sick and tired of my job. My bosses and I can’t ever see them to stay on the same page communication wise. Projects that are developed never reach fruition because of a slow, overly collaborative environment. Lately, I’ve been feeling like the workplace has become more toxic as both parties have realized we’re not a match. I’ve only been there for 5-6 months but right now, I live with an insane amount of dread every day. I can’t function on my weekends because all I can think about is the coming Monday. On this last Friday, I was issued a warning for something I’m too paranoid too reveal here. But it’ll suffice to say, it was a minor offense most businesses who have remote workers wouldn’t bother commenting on. I understand their position and took my licking with grace. But it really didn’t sit well with me. I have…

I graduated with an art degree a couple years ago and I wish someone would have told me to wait a few years before going to college. I'm 24 now and have no idea what to do in this job market. I feel like if I had waited until now, I would have a better perspective and could start getting a degree in computer science or something in high demand. My parents just told me to go to college and get any degree and it would help me to get a job (not that this is their fault, they gave me a lot of opportunities). I'm grateful for my time in college and I learned a lot about life and the world, but I have no idea what to do anymore. I feel like I have no value in American society and none of my skills are valuable. I was…

Context: Work in a big-4 consultancy Last Friday, at 2030 (already worked 10 and a half hours), I was reviewing a file to be sent to the client. I found a lot of errors and informed my manager (who stops working at 1700 and goes out) that we could not send this out today. I was then berated for not giving jt my all, not going beyond (after doing 5×10 hour days while the inefficienct worker logs off early), and being careless. I was asked to mail a delay message to the client (more on this later). I interrupted my Pm and said we will discuss it on Monday as its the Friday night. I have plans. And i straight away told that I wont do this regularly to get a better bonus (2% difference between average and a good performer). Plus, I am salaried and dont get paid as…

I started working in this tech shop last October, it was a decent job, it was on minimum pay but I wasn't too bothered as I finished college a few months before and also I like tech stuff so being took in as a IT Technician seemed great. They paid me for my work every week with cash in hand, again wasn't too bothered cos it was my first job, but after a while I asked for it to be playslips through the bank as they started getting a bit sloppy about it and paying me a day or 2 late. They had my bank details but always said they were gonna do that for me the next week, next week never came. Fast forward to just after Christmas, I noticed I haven't been paid for 3 weeks, so I asked the question on when I will be getting paid,…

Almost 2 months ago, I told my supervisor that I was planning on taking a trip over the Spring Break. He told me that as long as I got the request into the General Manager, it should be approved. A week later, I put in my formal request. Since then, I have heard nothing on it. I even brought it up in a meeting I had on Friday with both the Assistant General Manager and the General Manager that I had my trip and I would try to finish a project the weekend before. However, there was no acknowledgement one way or the other on it. The funny thing is, you’d assume since I was promoted to supervisor of my department, that I’d actually have an easier time learning it’s status! Obviously though, I have already purchased the plane tickets for both me and my fiancé along with hotel reservations…

I should be upset, or surprised. But I guess I knew the writing was on the wall. And honestly? This is the best I've felt in years. We have some savings because we'd planned to buy a house this year, and I have some interviews lined up. We'll be okay financially. I have time for side projects, time to work on my art, got a Redbubble & a Mercari set up. God, I have the energy to play with my kids. We're eating dinner at home, I may start baking again. We have time for budgeting and actual conversations beyond “Work was exhausting, I love you, goodnight” I know this time can't last, but god I wish it could. To just exist with my family and work on passion projects? Its like a dream. My anxiety and depression are so much better, I have a sex drive again. Its so…