Sometimes it's harder to find someone to tell a good news, rather than someone to tell a bad news. I just got today a second job that pays even more than my day job. after all the struggling since january ...this looks like a ray of light.
A new staff resigns after a month joining the company. She was in to be my supervisor but left because of company's incompetency and boss's high expectations. She is the 5th this year. I am tired of doing supervisor job and not getting paid supervisor salary.
One thing that really annoys me about my boyfriend is that he always bullies me about staying home when I'm sick (because I get sick quite a lot and always for at least a week). He always says I'm too much of a pussy for not going to work that often and for that long "just because of a runny nose" (which isn't what I'm doing, as you know you also feel weak and dizzy when you have a cold). My boyfriend never gets sick, but here's the reasons he has stayed home before: 1) drank too much alcohol the night before 2) couldn't sleep the night before 3) had a sunburn 4) had stomach pain from eating too much.
so I went to school for photography an photo editing. when I got a job at LS magazine. I never thought it was going to be like this no wonder why they pay so much for photographers. at first they said it would be me taking a young model out to the middle of nowhere. I was with a lady she was showing me what to take photos of an how to position them. I never would have thought of telling a little girl to get naked an lay down on a blanket in the desert with stuffed animals. i know this is wrong but she looked pretty good. I guess the 5k was hush money. I was creating kid porn basically. an they got me into loving little girls. an I'm more hands on if you get me. I know I should quit an report them. crazy part is parents are aware of these photos. I asked a girl do you enjoy getting naked an someone taking photos of you. she just told me it's the next step into getting into a big modeling agency. I told her does it bother you that I touch you inappropriately an have sex with you. she said at first it was horrible but now I just enjoy it. I love what I do. this is a great job I have. get paid to touch little girls an have sex with them on the side.
Got scammed by my first sugar daddy I hate it here
Just signed up to be a sugar baby so I can provide for my family since we've fallen on hard times ://
The quarantine and my first week back at work afterwards showed me one thing: the reason for my depression is my job. And not just my particular job, because it's the best I've ever had, but having a job in general. This is not about me being lazy. I have no problem with getting up early, or doing tasks all day long. My problem is everything connected with that. The social interaction. The endless pressure that is mainly just in my head; the pressure to do things right, to socialize with people I don't know well or like very much. The fact that I never really know what will happen that day, because there's always the possibility that an unknown situation occurs. The fear of doing something wrong or just making a bad impression. Mainly the social interactions. I don't really know what to do with this knowledge. Do I just have to accept the fact that I will probably be depressed for the rest of my life, unless I am jobless or miraculously find a workplace that allows me to work from home (which isn't really a thing in my field)?
I been texting my boss's wife from an annonumous app telling her to keep it between us then proceed to talk so dirty to her ,call her a slut whore ect and the things shes going to do.. she hasnt told me to stop nor blocked the number. shes secretly getting off from it so it's getting me crazy turned on for her to. i admitted to stealing some of her pantyhose and left her a new pair in her closet I want to see her wear. when I see her in them it's time to turn up the naughty with her with some seriously hot sexting 🤫
What really grinds my gears down to the nub is when people talk down to me because of my job[s] like an inferior. I'm dedicated to my homecare patients and nursing home residents! I take my job very seriously and people find it hilarious to call me a "glorified butt wiper." I'm sorry I'm not stocking shelves or working at the local Sheetz. I'm trained to take care of the people jack wagons like you dont have the patience for. I empty colostomy bags, perform Bed Baths, Assist in range of motion excercises, I'm a trained AMAP, operating Hoyer lifts, sit-to-stands. I do the job you dont want to. its underpaid, it's stressful. sometimes I'm up 37 hours straight but yah know what, when I tell you a fraction of my job, you plug your nose and say EW and walk off like a bitch. When you're taking care of a paraplegic patient and dont mind smelling a little bit of urine, then you can pass judgment on me.
The other night while I was driving home from work, I started talking to God. Not really praying because I couldn't close my eyes and bow my head, just talking like he was a friend I hadn't seen in awhile. It started out asking him to watch over a coworker and his family because his mom died awhile ago and I said I would pray for him. Then I just listed off everyone I know. Family, coworkers, and some of my regular elderly customers. I don't know my customers names but I can see their faces so clearly in my head and remember little bits about them. The pale white guy and his Hispanic wife who always uses a motorized cart, I hadn't seen them in awhile and was genuinely worried. They're super sweet. One time his wife talked about how when she was raising her babies, they didn't have formula and just fed with the Chi-Chi's (breasts). I saw them yesterday and was so relieved they're okay. The black guy who brings his own scooter, puts his groceries in reusable bags on the handle bars, and has me put his stuff in plastic bags then back in the reusable bags to even them out. We're not supposed to handle customers reusable bags right now but I'd have to make an exception for him. There's no way I can ask him to bag all his stuff as he struggles to stand. The little old lady who only buys what she needs and will buy 1 single banana because if she buys a whole bunch they'll go bad too fast. I haven't seen her in awhile but I hope she's staying safe and has someone to pick up her groceries for her. The mom and her nonverbal son. I haven't seen them since this crisis started but I hope they're getting the support they need. There are so many people I barely know but I care about them and I worry for them. Are other cashiers like this or am I just weird? I can't not care about people or I feel like I'm dead inside.