Antiwork

So my boss said we should go celebrate a good year with a company dinner. At the end he goes “so this technically isn’t on the company dime so I’m going to need you all to individually pay for your meals. What the hell? I wouldn’t be here if I knew I would have to pay to celebrate “the company’s success”.

In November I got promoted with no interview. Seemed like a huge red flag, but the pay was $106k, and in Jan was bumped up to $110k. A week after Thanksgiving, I said, “I have time off planned. Hope that won't be a problem.” 2.5 weeks later I'm kinda chilling over New Year's, and then they start showing me stuff. The Director calls me and says, “Fomention, we need someone on my staff, and I'd like you to join.” Me: It'd be an honor. HIM: That's terrific. Me: I have some time off planned. Hope that won't be a problem. HIM: No, no. Take the time off. Start date is beginning of March. I'm thinking 2-3 weeks in April.

Please enjoy: Typing a story in the search bar at work. how much can I fit in this small space, and what will I fill it with. Why am I choosing this, instead of a task that will make my day easier? The logic seems endlessly flawed, yet, here I am. Typing a story in the search bar at work. It seems that I can fit as much as I want in this small space, but I still don't know what to fill it with. The freedom of my mind, while unhindered physically, is still regulated by the shackles of employment. Bottom lines form my jail cell, so I express myself only within the margins, and in the search bar of my email client at work. Endless follow ups, and check ins, and touching bases, and support groups listed in the field below my search bar story. Many of them…

It sounds amazing at first – free monies? Hell yeah! But you’ll realize that’s how they keep you from moving on to better jobs AND pay you less. Also, if they fire you, they will take those RSU back. Golden-cuffs? Nah, just plain cuffs.