Ughhhh. First, the subject matter the sub cares about. Last job I worked at was a Mcdonalds in AK. Liked the people, hated the management, also mentioned using public transport as my only reliable means of commuting. I would get scolded for being a few minutes late, and then would have to just walk out when a shift ended, as they wouldnt get a replacement when I needed to leave sometimes. I quit. Parents hated this, but I did. I now work at Fred Meyers, one that is a 4 minute walk from my house. I have been there a month and a half//two months. They were people starved, offered 15$ starting, and said they would accomodate schedules. I tried to make it abundantly clear “I take college classes, and as such will also need a consistant shift to work”(mid, morning, night, etc). Fast foreward, I am Taking* an online course, but use on campus time to supplement learning. I also had a consistant 2-11pm schedule. That changed, and so now I am all over the fucking place. I have called out via some stomach problems, and predatory scheduling (IMO less than 12 hours between shifts.). I am supposed to start at 6 am. Its 430 and I havent slept. I dont want to keep fighting just to live.
Now for background context. I havent had a normal year of life since 6th grade. Health problems like seizures, IBS, and depression have hit and gone like a truck. Adhd is the worst. Im in a relationship, and its the only major reason why depression hasnt come back full force. Im 19.5, but have to deal with just about every major problem of working society. Medical bills, I dont have a license, I live with my parents, who want full time something, and part time school//work. They dont like me wanting to take it slow, despite it being my journey, time, and money. Communication isnt transparent via me not wanting to get strongarmed into more obligations. I felt strongarmed into college, which I am currently on a suspended enrollment(am enrolled, but arent taking classes) only my BF knows. There was a point last fall I had the “It would be better if I didnt exist.” Even though I know that isnt true. It was parents stacking “Adult responsibillities” on top of an overworked teenager who not only fekt a kind of darkness that was reminiscent of dealing with a tumor through all of high school, but is also doing the bare minimum to get by. The highlights of my days are the times I can connect with the people I care about, but given how determined my parents are on making me take a set path, they are working themselves off the list. I make enough at said job that I could move out, drop out, and live a personally happy life.
I know my worth is more than being a working slave. Its being someone people can look up to. Its being their for the people who have been there for me. Its about living a life, even if im not financially rich.