Antiwork

While I was growing up my dad was a police officer that would buy properties at auction from the city of Flint. These home were not livable, they needed a lot of work. From age 10+ I would go to these properties and learn the trades helping him fix these houses up, and every time a tenant was evicted I would get to see the damage they caused and help fix it. In some cases they would rip out and scrap the plumbing and electrical wire. My dad would prefer to lower rent instead of raise it, it rarely happened though because of how rare it was that renters would pay on time for more than a couple months. This was the 90s, so a 3-5 bedroom house was 500-700 a month. The only way he could make a profit with the tenants being so terrible was by doing most…

Hello, long time lurker here. I've been working from home since the company sent everyone home in 2020. Our boss went to bat for us, got us a raise and made sure we could continue as WFH employees. My direct supervisor was great to me, I had no complaints. But it's all changing. The big boss was promoted, my supervisor is going to another department, and I've been sent to another supervisor in another state. At least 10-15 of us were sent to supervisors there. From day 1 they've done nothing but make us feel like they don't trust us. My superviser gave me the attendance rules speech first (I've been here 3+ years and i haven't missed a day since April 2021 when I got emergency FMLA). My collegue who has been there 10+ years got 2 very confrontational emails demanding an accounting for the time her computer was…

If you currently aren’t working, what do you choose to do instead?

About a month or so I was placed in a factory by a staffing agency. For context, I've been out of work for about 9 months prior. My mother has been experiencing back issues and is basically disabled until she gets surgery. I left my last job to move back in and help out. I'd been looking for work that fit those needs for a good while, but didn't find anything until this job fell in my lap. It seemed too good to be true, and as it turns out, that was the case. As mentioned, it's a factory job. Standard hours are overnight which was perfect for me. I could come in when my mom went to bed and be home in the morning when she woke up to help out. I was a little wary because factory jobs do tend to have some overtime and I wanted to…

I was thinking about this this morning and realized it probably belongs in this subreddit. As stated in the title, it's kinda a story, so I'll put a TLDR down the bottom. My first job was way back when I was 15, in 2005. It was working at a visitor's center, giving directions to tourists and selling little touristy merch, as well as like, stocking shelves and taking calls from member hotels about what their special referral rate of the day was. I lucked into this job because my dad was the manager. Relevant to the story as well is that there were two visitor's centers; the one I worked at on the highway and the one 45 minutes away that got literally 1/10th the traffic we did, but was connected to the main offices. So, in hindsight there were signs something was coming. My dad's boss had never liked…

Someone should probably tell the rich that workers banding together to present formal address of grievances is the alternative we worked out a long time ago to breaking down the factory owner's front door and beating him to death in front of his family? I feel like they forgot. For real though – I'm in a union, but our contract allows the company to reassign us to any site up to 100 miles away from our home, for as long as they like, with no recourse or appeal, and no request for transfer back. Fuck Boeing. Fuck you, IAM751.

I don’t know what to do about that.