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at the end of the day it's not that you hate your job - actually, you like working, you like routine, you like feeling like an adult - it's that any time you fuck anything up, you feel like you're fucking dying.

because you could be actually fucking dying. because if one day you wake up and you misunderstood something - you could lose your job, and nobody is hiring, and nobody is paying, and nobody takes people like you, and that job you want hasn't gotten back to you. and what exactly are you going to do without insurance? good luck with those meds. you should have thought of that before being a person.

so it's not just that you forgot to CC someone on an email, it's that if you don't have this job, you can't afford rent. it's not that you misread a comment, it's that if you get fired, you will be in massive amounts of unpayable debt. it's not that you are bad at your job, but here are the stakes as they have been decided for you: be perfect or fucking die. like, literally, die. that is how much safety net you have: none.

it's not burnout, technically. but you literally just had two typos in your work, and you're already picturing the ending. you want to throw up & curl up & make it all go away. it is two typos. if he decides he is mad at you, you lose literally everything.

your mom says that you seem stressed. the thing is that you have never known a job that isn't stressful. welcome to capitalism. there is no other road, only this one. what the fuck is a career. you come here, and we hold your life against the barrel of a gun, and somewhere someone is spinning the chamber and pulling. eventually the bullet will come.

you live in a mugging. your boss owns three cars and has four kids. you worry about having enough to feed your dog. good luck. beg for forgiveness. CC the right people next time and be grateful, kid. somebody has it worse than you. someone, probably, has it worse than you. so what if you can't sleep or eat or focus. your work chat sound literally makes you panic. you had to change the sounds of computer notifications so you'd stop having such an upset stomach.

welcome to the real world! the rat race! the dog eat dog circus!

your doctor studies the results and frowns at you. "it's bad for your heart," she says. "try to reduce your levels of stress."

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There is no shame in changing jobs or careers if your job is causing trauma or stress. You have not wasted the education or work experience that you have accumulated. You will always have that no matter what you choose to do with the rest of your life.

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being unemployed is rad but being unemployed in a world that treats employment as a necessity that completes you as a person while also having zero access to unemployment benefits is maybe not so good

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Diner follow up.

The interview went alright. The person who quit sounds like they were the one trained on the register, so unsurprisingly, I'm going to be getting trained on the register. I may help with clearing plates and getting tables ready, if time permits, but I'm not expected to take orders or deliver orders to each table. (Since the hiring person is now currently the only person who can work the register, they're really wanting to have a Register Person.)

The hiring person was upfront that they weren't pressuring me to commit to working there for the rest of my life or something. There is a possibility that I won't click with the job, and I may not make it out of the training period.

Training pay is 10 USD per hour for 5 hours, so I should get 50 USD per day. I didn't get a concrete length of time that training lasts per se, but I expect that it'll end by the time our tourist season kicks in. (Sometime in May, most likely. Probably no more than 6 to 8 weeks.)

I expect the thing that's going to be an adjustment is the diner being open every day. Sure, I'm only expected to be in for 5 hours a day and a total of 35 hours per week, which isn't the absolute worst in terms of expected hours, but the last time I worked a job that wasn't online/remote, I had a guaranteed day off each week. I guess we'll see how the first week goes before I worry too much about the idea of potentially never having a day off for the foreseeable future.

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I know I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but a part of me feels annoyed by my relative making arrangements with whoever at the local diner.

Yes, I've gotten past a hurdle of not having any experience in this wait staff area at all, which is usually what gets me passed over in online applications. I'm not unaware that this could wind up being helpful.

However, it feels like this relative is doing their 'see, the internet/phone addicted youth of today just don't understand that you need to pound the pavement to find a job' thing. They've been retired for quite a few years now, and they've been oblivious to any explanation that looking for a job isn't like what they did back in the 60s and 70s. (Calling or showing up in person can result in an immediate no, actually. Sometimes it's spelled out in the position's description, just to make a point.)

I also don't want to think about what they've possibly said to whoever they talked to at the diner. It can't have been too horrible if I have an interview, but they have a way of making getting a college degree sound like the stupidest decision I've ever made in my life.

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A local diner has an opening for a waiter.

I think someone quit mid-shift, but I'm honestly not sure how my relative who was present brought me up. They did, somehow, and I have an interview today. Well, I have a 'meeting to determine how I get along with So-and-so', which sounds like it could be an interview.

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I need to stop thinking about my work days as "productive" days and my days off as "unproductive" days that I waste if I haven't built something or deep cleaned my house. What the fuck am I accomplishing at work. My job doesn't wash my dishes

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"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

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A (sort of) benefit from being a registered Democrat in a majority Republican county is that I was notified shortly after my training that I would be working the 2024 general election instead of waiting in on-stand-by-alternate-limbo. I was assigned to my local precinct, so there wouldn't be travel and mileage reimbursement to factor in.

I won't lie and say it wasn't even a little bit stressful. I needed to report early enough that I sort of napped moreso than slept, and arriving and leaving in darkness without really getting a chance to encounter sunlight during the day did add to the time weirdness. However, everything went as well as could be expected, and I think I'd accept working the polls again in the future.

The PDF linked in my county's FAQ must not have been updated recently because I actually got a check for $250 instead of my previously expected $130. (I've heard that some places have increased their pay since 2020 in the hopes that younger people will step in where older people are leaving and, for some, the pay might outweigh the possibility of threats.)

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In a world obsessed with productivity, being a bloke who does fuckall is an act of sublime rebellion

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Kroger follow up:

Well, at least they did send an email outright stating someone else was chosen instead of going for guess-via-silence.

It did feel some sort of way about interviewing on the 25th [last Friday], being told that I'd hear sometime in the next week (earliest would've been Monday, the 28th), and then getting the rejection email before 24 hours were up [26th, Saturday].

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i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work

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I initially didn't mention this because it was part of doing yet another [Insert Large Franchise] round of applications, but I received an interview request for the Night Clerk position. (In theory, I may also be asked to be in the evening shift from about 1 to 10 pm, which includes some overlap with customers actually being in the store, but I should expect most of the Night Clerk position to be restocking shelves outside of customer hours.)

Admittedly, I'm not holding my breath because I've previously been passed over for people with more direct retail and customer service experience. However, I thought I'd mention it since it should mostly be overnight [around 10 pm to 8 am] and part time [between 20 and 25 hours per week]. I don't have a guarantee on the math right now, but it should be focused on the weekend, which is when most of the trucks come in.

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The thing is that I don't want to be employed but I also don't want to be unemployed. I actually want our entire economic system to explode but that's not really a feasible option right now

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ServiceMaster Clean

I'm relieved that I didn't have to create a whole account just to apply, but I'm a little unsure about which local franchise I'd need to report to. (I'm queueing this at 3 a.m., which probably isn't the best time to be thinking about job hunting. Or I never paid much attention to how many cleaning services are around here until now.)

I feel like I don't really need to describe what this position will entail. It's in the name (cleaning); there will be some training, but it shouldn't be anything too specialized. It's a part-time, evening shift that's 3.5 hours each night, Monday through Friday. The pay's a bit below my state's minimum wage, and I'm just relieved that there's a geographical limit to where the cleaning services will be expected to go. (Just because I can survive a small bout of night-time driving at a time doesn't mean I'm specifically looking for a long night commute.)