Whenever I read stories about workplaces like this, I think “Thank fuck that’s not me.” and I think about how I’d respond.
It’s only after I entertain fantasies of telling off some boss, or holding my boundaries and not debasing myself for some shitty corporation do I remember that if I lost my comfortable job and were looking at the choice of failing my family or letting a company treat me like a disposable robot because I’m cheaper than an actual robot, do I feel the icy chill of desperation and fear that must exist in the life of people who are forced to do these jobs.
It just makes me want to build a guillotine in my back yard, which I have, because I am one of the lucky few who owns a house. Shit, the world is fucked.
Yeah I mean as much as I would love to tell them to eat my ass, fact of the matter is that I have to pay rent and eat. They do pay somewhat ok, and some benefits, but it’s about the only upside. Probably one of the higher paying jobs you can get with zero experience doing anything and with no education and with a felony or whatever, yet they still have a gargantuan turnover rate. Like that REALLY says something about how fuckin weird they are lol.
I’m actively looking for jobs and once I do I’ll peace out and simply not tell anyone. It’s the best I got for fantasizing about owning them lol.
