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My only motherfucking friend is hellbent on making short term money instead of doing ANYTHING else
I can finally turn in my two weeks notice for my shitty call center job and I can’t WAIT to tell rude/idiot callers about themselves on my last day. Idgaf about burning bridges either. Maybe if call centers actually gave two shits about employees having a second to breathe or take a drink of water in between calls (what kind of psychopaths say you can’t have more than 10 seconds in between calls??), the aforementioned bridges wouldn’t HAVE to burn
Im gonna kill myself over the summer and I hope to god that I succeed so the rest of you fucking prats suffer
i just wish id know if ill be happy in the future. if im living a life i dont regret living. im working so hard right now but i dont think its enough,, its making me question why i even try when the future i imagine for myself is so unrealistic.
WHY IS THIS FAT MISTER CLEAN LOOKING ASSHOLE ALWAYS HOME!? how does he pay rent with no visible means of support? THE FCK!? how do i keep getting the WORSE neighbors?
My co worker quite literally smells like death and I can’t stand it. It makes me SICK
I'm beyond frustrated with the way jobs treat people.
I had a solid job, one that actually paid decently, but losing it threw me into six months of unemployment, sinking me deeper into debt. Now I’m stuck working fast food for a pathetic $11 an hour, even though the store barely has more than four people inside at any given time. It’s a joke.
I miss my old job so much not just the pay, but the fact that I could actually sit and breathe between tasks. But apparently "missing too much work" was enough reason to fire me, even though I only called out for a few shifts over a couple of weeks due to being seriously unwell. Not just sick literally hospitalized after having two separate seizures, one of which happened behind the wheel. And they still let me go.
That receptionist job was the only one where I ever felt like I had real purpose. Now? Everything just feels meaningless again.
