Antiwork

They are small E-Commerce company that buys small consumer brands and scales them. The majority of employees (sales, marketing, and accounting) work from home. They have a warehouse that fulfills all their orders and that is where I worked. The warehouse logistics team has been hemorrhaging talent throughout the year. Leadership does provide folks with the space to grow and make improvements to their departments. The downside is that starting pay isn’t terribly competitive and when you take on more responsibility and expand your role (something they explicitly state as an expectation in their job posts) they do not compensate for that. Executive leadership empowers toxic directors. Purchasing comes to mind, specifically. There is a great deal of manipulation and deception. Senior leadership will lie and gaslight people to get what they want. They will ask people to take on more responsibilities, promise a promotion “soon” and then fire them…

The home I was born into: Bought for 29,000 British Pounds in 2000, paid outright, currently valued at 403,000 British Pounds, a rate of roughly 17,000 Pounds increase in value per year for 22 years, through a global housing crisis in the middle. The home I grew up in: Bought for 1,300 British Pounds in 1958, paid over a five year mortgage. Currently valued at 805,000 British pounds, a rough increase in value of 12,500 British pounds a year for 64 years. Really hammered it home than on the pity wages people have to survive off, we can never own property unless we inherit it, and then we'd have to deal with inheritance tax. My family still owns both of these homes, though I live in the US now rather than the UK. Shelter is a human right, this insanity needs to change.

Way back during the Toilet Paper Wars my job deemed me as “essential” for the hotel I worked at. I spent nearly the whole apocalypse doing 12 hour days 6 days a week. It got to the point where I was living there, 12 hours on shift, 12 hours crashed out in a room, 12 hours back on, etc. That was until a few days after Christmas. My boss in all his infinite generosity gave me two days off IN A ROW! Can you believe it? How awesome is that? It was during those two days I realized I was ready to end my life. I just couldn't do it anymore. So instead I sold nearly all my stuff, moved out of my shit box apartment, and back into my old bedroom at my parents house. Now let me take this moment to tell you I couldn't have survived this…