GloriousFight
I Hope My Death Makes More Cents Than My Life
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I graduated with a degree in accounting back in 2016, but I was too low IQ to graduate with a good GPA and too high inhib to go apply for internships or network. I was NEET for a year trying to study for my CPA exams, but I ended up being too low IQ for that. Failed all four exams in one year lol
Eventually I signed up with a temp agency and got a series of jobs, most of them were okay and kind of accounting related. Eventually they placed me with this multinational back in May 2018 as a purchaser, they said this was a good company who would likely hire me as a permanent employee within a year. Barely fucking related to accounting, but okay. Since then I have been at this job, making about 32k a year in Los Angeles with no benefits. I have to purchase this shitty health insurance from the temp agency that doesn't cover anything and I've been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. Just yesterday I picked up some medicine from the pharmacy and the pharmacist couldn't believe I was paying this much with my insurance JFL. The only reason why I'm not living out of a broom closet in a neighborhood with daily shootings is because my parents let me live with them.
Most of my coworkers and my direct supervisor are older and okay. But our department head, who got his position created just for him (whatever the fuck "director of corporate development" means) is a stupid boomer who only knows how to yell and (try to) intimidate people into doing their work faster. Then when people work because they're rushed or tired and they make mistakes, he's also there to bitch and moan at us. Then the other half the time he jestermaxxes, trying to pretend like he's one of the guys. At least slave drivers of the 1800s didn't pretend like they were anything else, and had the balls to stand there in the field and risk being the first victims of a slave revolt. Then there's my coworker who I work closest with, an old 70 year foid who TBF is pretty good at her job and tech savvy for such a shriveled old cunt. She has never liked me for some reason, and she CCs my supervisor and the boomer boss on every little mistake I make. These mistakes would take me several minutes to fix, and does not greatly impact business, but the bitch is trying to get me fired or something. From my supervisor's POV, it looks like I'm making a ton of fucking mistakes but I don't think I am, and other mistakes in the department don't get brought to her attention by my coworker. She covers for the others' mistakes or at least just tells them to fix it and be done with it. Her little passive aggressive emails make my fucking blood boil, and whenever I go home and do a few rounds on my heavy bag I imagine her face in front of me and her little brittle bones breaking.
Today I was at the office helping out with some equipment at the warehouse, and at lunch I start reading on my phone about temp jobs and how long most of them last. I find advice on Reddit and other sites telling people that if a job keeps you as a temp for longer than a year you should consider pushing harder for a permanent position or to walk away from the job because after that they're just using you even more than they do to their other employees. I couldn't describe the shame I felt sitting there in the warehouse corner knowing that I had basically allowed myself to get cucked from all sides for the past three years. The company was underpaying me and the staffing agency got a cut of every hour I worked. Every hour in this motherfucking hellhole benefited the people sitting around than it benefited me.
Five minutes later boomer boss asks me to meet him in his office for a discussion. I stand there for 20 minutes as he calls me lazy, tells me that the corporate HQ in Europe has told him he can fire whoever is "the problem", tells me I'm responsible for his blood pressure, tells me I work like a "fucking i-don't-know", and then tells me that I need to improve because he cannot have people stand there and "take advantage of the opportunity" to become a part of the company team. That was when my mouth dried up like foids' pussies when they see my face. I barely remember what I said to him, something about how I've given my best work for half the pay the other people in the department get, and I've had enough. I took my name badge off my belt loop and put it on his desk. He tries to get me to stay and tries to hand back my badge, he even starts talking about a few dollar raise, while still keeping me as a temp with no benefits. I tell him I'm lucky that I don't have to work for someone like him, and I walk out the building. When I drove home it reminded me of this country song line I heard in Ohio once:
"I ain't got a dime
But what I've got is mine
I ain't rich
But Lord, I'm free"
Eventually I signed up with a temp agency and got a series of jobs, most of them were okay and kind of accounting related. Eventually they placed me with this multinational back in May 2018 as a purchaser, they said this was a good company who would likely hire me as a permanent employee within a year. Barely fucking related to accounting, but okay. Since then I have been at this job, making about 32k a year in Los Angeles with no benefits. I have to purchase this shitty health insurance from the temp agency that doesn't cover anything and I've been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. Just yesterday I picked up some medicine from the pharmacy and the pharmacist couldn't believe I was paying this much with my insurance JFL. The only reason why I'm not living out of a broom closet in a neighborhood with daily shootings is because my parents let me live with them.
Most of my coworkers and my direct supervisor are older and okay. But our department head, who got his position created just for him (whatever the fuck "director of corporate development" means) is a stupid boomer who only knows how to yell and (try to) intimidate people into doing their work faster. Then when people work because they're rushed or tired and they make mistakes, he's also there to bitch and moan at us. Then the other half the time he jestermaxxes, trying to pretend like he's one of the guys. At least slave drivers of the 1800s didn't pretend like they were anything else, and had the balls to stand there in the field and risk being the first victims of a slave revolt. Then there's my coworker who I work closest with, an old 70 year foid who TBF is pretty good at her job and tech savvy for such a shriveled old cunt. She has never liked me for some reason, and she CCs my supervisor and the boomer boss on every little mistake I make. These mistakes would take me several minutes to fix, and does not greatly impact business, but the bitch is trying to get me fired or something. From my supervisor's POV, it looks like I'm making a ton of fucking mistakes but I don't think I am, and other mistakes in the department don't get brought to her attention by my coworker. She covers for the others' mistakes or at least just tells them to fix it and be done with it. Her little passive aggressive emails make my fucking blood boil, and whenever I go home and do a few rounds on my heavy bag I imagine her face in front of me and her little brittle bones breaking.
Today I was at the office helping out with some equipment at the warehouse, and at lunch I start reading on my phone about temp jobs and how long most of them last. I find advice on Reddit and other sites telling people that if a job keeps you as a temp for longer than a year you should consider pushing harder for a permanent position or to walk away from the job because after that they're just using you even more than they do to their other employees. I couldn't describe the shame I felt sitting there in the warehouse corner knowing that I had basically allowed myself to get cucked from all sides for the past three years. The company was underpaying me and the staffing agency got a cut of every hour I worked. Every hour in this motherfucking hellhole benefited the people sitting around than it benefited me.
Five minutes later boomer boss asks me to meet him in his office for a discussion. I stand there for 20 minutes as he calls me lazy, tells me that the corporate HQ in Europe has told him he can fire whoever is "the problem", tells me I'm responsible for his blood pressure, tells me I work like a "fucking i-don't-know", and then tells me that I need to improve because he cannot have people stand there and "take advantage of the opportunity" to become a part of the company team. That was when my mouth dried up like foids' pussies when they see my face. I barely remember what I said to him, something about how I've given my best work for half the pay the other people in the department get, and I've had enough. I took my name badge off my belt loop and put it on his desk. He tries to get me to stay and tries to hand back my badge, he even starts talking about a few dollar raise, while still keeping me as a temp with no benefits. I tell him I'm lucky that I don't have to work for someone like him, and I walk out the building. When I drove home it reminded me of this country song line I heard in Ohio once:
"I ain't got a dime
But what I've got is mine
I ain't rich
But Lord, I'm free"
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