Antiwork

I'm burnt the fuck out. Been with my company for 7 years and it's the same bullshit and same messes to clean up over and over and over again. Because I started when it was a startup, and it's a mess of a company, there was (and is) the expectation of using personal equipment (phone, computer) for work. This is my first “real” job so was sloppy. Google accounts, never paid much attention to what account was logged in when etc etc. This hit me like a brick wall the other day. My phone met a dramatic end. Got a new phone, set it up. Cool cool. Got a call from an “unknown” number from my hometown zip code. Ignored it because spam is alive and well. Y'all it was my own damn mother. She was calling from her work number, which I don't instinctively recognize, so had no idea.…

It sucks bc I can’t help but harbor resentment towards the owner of the place I work at but holy shit do I leave my job. Vet med is fucked up in the sense that it’s straight up passion exploitation because almost no tech is able to live comfortably. My friend once told me “well why do y’all stand by that?” Basically blaming us for not standing up for the wages we deserve. But honestly, what’s the other option? Working jobs that suck our soul out instead of filling it with joy??? Shit… We deserve better and honestly the answer is unionization but it’s so hard. I think especially working at a clinic that is so, so great we’re all so scared of getting fired, at least I am. Toxic clinics are so widespread that I don’t even want to try to shake things up. Anyways, just a lil rant…

I have 5 (yes, five) physical disabilities, any one of which would qualify me for my company's disability program. I have all of them for years, but because of other people have been pushing and pushing and pushing myself to keep working, despite being in horrible pain. I literally do not remember what it feels like to not be in pain. I feel like that fish from Spongebob – “Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.” My good days rate a 3 on the pain scale, the bad ones keep putting me in the hospital. When I started my job it wad fine. We were fully staffed with 9 fulltimers, 2 contractors, and 5 interns. Now? There's 2 of us, and we just got a new intern. I've worked…

And warn the other pregnant lady in the office about what could potentially happen to her anytime soon? Or is it not my problem anymore, since I don’t work there anymore?

So I am/was the store manager of a papa John’s. The night shit manager had the idea of walking out I decided to as well. What should I do to celebrate? I’m tempted to take a bong rip.