Antiwork

I worked a salary office job and we were severely short staffed and I was the only one on the team with prior experience on this type of project so I worked my butt off for 3 years accruing tons of PTO because the job needs to get done. They post a job that would be a promotion and I apply and they don't even let me interview for it stating that “it would be a waste of time for the interviewers” so I interview with another company and get the promotion with them. I give them my 2 weeks notice and they inform me that the policy is for them to not pay earned vacation and my state's labor laws don't require them to. So I lost 4 weeks pay but I'm glad I don't work their anymore.

I work in mine site catering in the WA Desert, last night we had 150 (650 to 800) more people on site to feed than we had been advised, as well as being down 40% staff. This morning a supervisor asked whether we were out of anything (certain stock), apparently “my will to live” wasn’t the right answer…..

Mostly this is just a rant, but Friday 2/11/2022 is the day I officially became a non-believer and 100% mercenary. It's the day I looked at my finances and my life and my age and realized that, barring some sort of miracle, I was NEVER going to retire to more than bare bones subsistence level. No more games about “experience” or “future potential” or “team player” or whatever they want to say. At this point it's really simple, I will put forth “X” time on the job for “Y” amount of money and THATS IT. I'm fortunate that I have at least managed to build a decent short-term buffer and have almost no debit but at this point I'd burn it all to the ground and be homeless before I'll keep playing the game this way.

My supervisor just told me I gotta return to the office tomorrow and I look like shit after working for weeks and dealing with depression and anxiety and being insolated due to my severe social anxiety. I cant even walk to a store and buy new clothes and all of my clothes are worn out omfg i wanna die right now so bad im next to the kitchen and I want to stab my chest… on top of it all my mom yelled at me for acting like a kid with issues… yup im 24 and still live with her

Today I got an email from my supervisor that she sent out to everyone in our department. She was letting us all know that we were doing an amazing job with all the accounts we need to enter by the end of the month; we started with 600 accounts on Feb. 1 (about 20% more than usual due to a lot of people getting sick last month), and as of Feb. 12 we had completed 318 of them. So good job team, and all that. Out of curiosity, I went back and looked through my records to see how many of them had been mine. After adding them up, I counted 229 that I had personally entered. For those keeping track, that's about 72% of all the entered accounts. There are six of us. Basically I've done nearly three times as many accounts as everyone else combined. Let's put this…

I have a newish job. I already saw/heard one of the big red flags: Last week, the roads were extremely hazardous (ice storm). Most of us made it into the office to only find out most patients cancelled their appointments. Boss tells us: ” I'm glad you all came in today. These slow days are good for you guys. It's a mental health day for you.” I don't think so. A mental health day is a day we STAY THE FUCK HOME AND DON'T RISK OUR LIVES TRYING TO GET TO THE JOB SITE. Boss is so out of touch with reality it is insane.