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.
In highschool I didnt give a f*ck if you didnt liked me, if you thought I was ugly or hell I didnt care about comparing myself to other females who where prettier then me. Now I am 25 and I feel like I have hit this mile stone sooo late. I look at other beautiful females and just think I wish I could look like that. I now worry about people liking me or not liking me. I worry about how others see me. I dont want to be the bad guy. I want to be good. I want to be liked. I want to have friends. But now I worry so much it have givin me bad anxiety. So bad that I over think everything. How a person reacts when I talk to them. How they move. How their face makes their expressions and honestly it f*ckin sucks.
I work in a dental clinic and we just got news that we'll start working again this Saturday. After two weeks of staying at home, it's terrifying to think that we'll be outside again. We don't know who's infected or not. Before the temporary closure of our clinic due to the increasing cases of covid 19, we already have patients that coughs and sneezes while were working on there teeth. It scares me that we'll be dealing with those again especially that we already have a case of covid 19 in our region.
I work at UPS, so I'm not allowed to miss work unless I get diagnosed with COVID-19. Work has been really slow, and while I'm glad I haven't been getting destroyed by boxes... I can't help but be sad knowing that the pandemic is the reason it's slow. And I'm also incredibly bored, and I've got nothing to do to pass the time. My job is isolated from the rest of my area, so no one really talks to me... I hate feeling lonely at home and then also being lonely at the only place I can hope for social interaction. 6 feet isn't that far apart. I just want someone to talk to me.
About a year ago, I was working in a call center. I worked for RCI, a timeshare exchange company. I got fired in March of last year and I'm so glad I'm done with them. I can't imagine working for a vacation exchange company during the COVID19 pandemic. They're not booking any trips. It's probably a lot of cancelling trips, and extending points for free, and listening to already entitled assholes bitch about not going to Cabo this year. I doubt anyone is upselling anything. I hope they're not pushed to upsell right now. I hope my old coworkers there are ok, but I am so glad I'm not one of them.