Antiwork

I’ve worked with my boss for 8 years. We work on a large installation and there’s plenty of work internally. With all this work you see plenty of people burnt out. The other day we talked about how employees won’t do the bare minimum. I told him that work has broke some of us. He’s a “bust your ass, grind until you die” man, and that’s okay but not for me. I keep my motivation and I keep my “good work ethic” for him and only him. I told him to stop commending me after I started our new operation. I don’t want anyone knowing I care about the quality or passion of my work. I don’t wanna be known as “Let’s get J on the project, he can do this right”. Eight years with this job broke me. I’ll never show another employer who I really am.

Make some hiring manager have to waste time deleting junk applicants, calling fake numbers, setting up failed interviews. Take Management's time back.

I used to work at a major Canadian corporation. I gave my life for that place. Countless hours of unpaid overtime, countless outside work mandatory activities, and countless hours spent having a community presence just to get an acceptable rating just to keep my job. It was worth it. I was getting a pension, good benefits, I planned on being a lifer. Then I hit my head at work. Nearly 3 years later, I still have double vision, headaches, depression, anxiety, crippling nausea and fatigue. They never made an accommodation for me to get back to work, after years of begging. They effectively discriminated against me because I have a brain injury. I am in debt fighting for a severance that they promised then took away. Now if I take the severance they admit no wrong and I can never say anything about it again. They get away with no…

I worked at a eyelash extension company for 8 years. They had the typical “we’re like a family” bs. So my boss will come in and back hand compliment you if she doesn’t like what you’re wearing. She pays everyone minimum wage w/50 cent raises peppered in. No benefits. “We’re too small a company to provide health insurance.” So basically the best fit for her to hire is someone on welfare. I could go on about this company. The stick that broke the camel’s back came after a staff meeting, about how we’re going to have to work really hard to pull the company out of losses from pandemic closures. I follow her on tik tok and she posts an unboxing video. She’s unboxing a Hermes hand bag. She already has many of these items. I’ll let you guess the starting price for one these bags. I was done. Awww,…

I am currently employed but looking for work because my entry level job is a soul sucking slog and I spend most of my day petting fish. I got a message from a recruiter about a position earlier today and accepted an appointment for a quick conversation about it after my shift. We're about 10 minutes into this talk when the recruiter realizes I don't yet have my degree and practically runs out on the conversation. I don't mind that this happened, I get that positions have requirements. What does bother me however, is that it clearly states in my resume that I am still in pursuit of my degree, very clearly with an expected completion date. I decided to post this just to say, the next time anyone in a work setting tells you that you are not performing to their expected level just remember the folks that get…

I work in a call center I get call pulled monthly for quality purposes each month I get a breakdown of the calls with what happened and how I could improve and a score. I have had the same coach (bob) for almost 2 years. He was awesome. Well he moved departments a last month before my score and I got assigned a new rep (sally) Bob was aware I’m dyslexic and would ignore the small things that was clearly my dyslexia and focus on the areas I could improve. When sally took over my first score was normal and nothing crazy. I figured she knew. 2 days ago I got my score and it was lower then normal so I checked it out. She knocked me a lot of points for mixing up 6 and 9 when reading the consumer a number. I reached out to sally letting her…

I've been a medical professional for a decade now and have slowly rising through the ranks. I make a decent amount, with good benefits, and I'm good at it. People like me at my workplace and I've been elected to a committee. I hate it, I hate my job, I hate coming to work each day, I dread coming to work when I'm off. There is so much more I would rather be doing, but I know I'll never have the security I do now, so I'm trapped. Anyone else feel the same way?

My boss is the one who regularly interrupts others in meetings and talks over them. He has to be the loudest in the room. You probably know someone like that. Naturally, I had this happen this morning during a call with my boss. He starts talking about how my team didn't do something he requested. I responded with details confirming that we did what was asked. He then changed course to another subject he was displeased with regarding our team. I confirmed we were doing what he wanted and offered proof. Before I could finish, he interrupted me and talked over me. I'm getting frustrated by this point I don't take kindly to mis-characterizing or falsely accusing my team. So the next topic he brings up I quickly correct before he finishes talking. He said I often talk over him. I let him know that he talks over almost everyone…

When I was 17 I washed dishes at a shitty little seafood joint. My boss (we'll call him Bob) was always hanging out on the patio getting drunk and hitting on women even though he was married. He was super nice to the servers but treated the kitchen staff like shit. The restaurant was right on the water, and was rat infested. They would put poison out, and the rats would crawl inside and die on the stairs or by the bathrooms. The servers code was “seagull” and one of us kitchen people would have to go pick up dead rats (oops, seagulls) a couple times a month. The walk in fridge was never up to code. Basically it was a shithole. I would work 8 hour shifts, smelling like seafood, shucking oysters and washing dishes, and I would often be there later than everyone else by half an hour…