I'm so fucked. I'm nearly 40 and only worked a full year in my life. This is so because I have depression since I was 17 and my mother sheltered me too much. Now I have no work experience or resume to show for. No one will employ me. I've tried getting job in two places and both rejected me last week.
so, for the last 2 months I've been working from home... but there's some tasks that need to be done at the office. so my coworker takes care of it. unless of course she takes the day off or calls in sick, then I need to come into the office...today she calls in sick (after the long weekend... which coincidentally was the last time she called in sick as well). my shift is at 8:30. she texts me at 8:03 that she's not coming in and I have to go to the office... I have a routine now that I'm working from home and at 8:03 I had just gotten out of the shower. I'm not dressed, I don't have a lunch, my hair is soaking wet and to make it in on time I would of had to leave at 8... THIS THIS is how you make me go insane at 8am on a Monday.
someone at my job told my agm that I said he was sexually harassing me and he started acting really weird around me but in reality if he was sexually harassing me I would definitely let him he's hot
Sitting in the bathroom at work trying too hold myself together, leterally the verge on bawling but i gotta make that money 😔
I have a stupid crush on my manager but we are both married 🤦♀️
Some days I really fucking hate this job. It's so hard to hold a job being neurodivergent and dyslexic. Not because I can't do the work and get fired- I'm actually a very hard worker and always get compliments on how helpful I am- but because it's just so mentally hard on me. I have difficulty keeping track of time and correctly reading/remembering words and numbers, so sometimes I mess up what time I'm supposed to come in or clock in from break. Sometimes I forget what days I'm supposed to work, even though I write all my shifts on my calendar, because I just can never remember what day it is. On top of that, it's a customer service job, and I'm an introvert with social anxiety. Having to constantly interact with people who are usually already annoyed or just generally entitled really takes a toll on me. I get exhausted and burn out after 4 hours, and it's really hard to get through the rest of my shift when I work 5, 6, 8 hours at a time. I really do try my fucking best but it still isn't good enough for this place. And the more they yell at me, the more anxious I am about coming in to work at all. I want to work somewhere else, but I don't really have any other options... The stress has triggered my insomnia again. I haven't slept decently in a month. And being this exhausted only makes work harder. I'm forgetting things more. Today I even left my morning cup of coffee at my house, so I have nothing to get me going. I feel so pathetic for just wanting to fucking cry, but there's nothing else I can do.
I have a bakery, I buy $2 cake boxes and charge per slice and include labor, material and decoration fee and delivery fee if the customer wants it delivered; on $6-$8 worth of store bought cake mix for a three tiered cake (3 layers), I can easily charge close to $1400 or more. It almost feels like theft. Almost.
I am 29 paki sub femboy in London. I have got a good job but when I look at hairy natural built 60 plus white dom men I want to serve them. want their spit on my face. and want to be their live in sex slave. I want my clients to know my filthy side so they can abuse me in my office. I love to be hi and then online on zoom and the expose. yself and get recorded. I want a sugar daddy who encourages me to take risk at work and flirt with my clients and leave my flithy accounts open at work with clear pictures so they can search me.
I've made mistakes in my brief life. Things that I wish I could take back. Things that nearly compelled me to take my own life many times. I've done nothing but run from them. the memories, the pain I caused and the pain it causes me. I've run to the point where I went to a place where nobody knew my name, who I was or what I've done. Thinking that I could start new. I've been a dedicated medical worker for years. its all I have left of myself. It seems I can't even be a servant of the people because of my stupidity. Without nursing; I have nothing. I am nothing. its my soul, my existence. now I feel hopeless.
Give me your address and I'll send you a dictionary; the fact that so many of you can't spell and use incorrect punctuation is really embarrassing to society.