I am a ZETTAsubhuman. The lowest of the low, worst of the worst, and that's what was brutally proven to me at work today.
I started off feeling fresh and ready to go, and was tasked to handle trailer 117 ("one-seventeen"). Eventually the frequency of boxes/ICs (Incompatible Freight) coming down the conveyor belts heavily decreased, so I was asked to switch to trailer 116. After a while of stuffing 116, my floor manager (a pretty chill black guy with a Muslim name) came up to me and was like "Ight Imma need you to return to 7/11," before correcting himself and saying 117
. I'm of course not offended in the slightest, especially since I know it was an honest mistake, but HOLY fucking shit was that brutal. Just the numbers 11 and 7 in ANY order at all coupled with my insectoid gigashitskin phenotype instantly made his mind go to 7/11 . I LITERALLY feel like a troon who was just misgendered; I've been looking at it for a while but I'm finally going to order glutathione for skin lightening today.
The brutality was not at all limited to that though. The expected workrate at my job was the most insane it's ever been, with both the regular and IC conveyor belts just coming at me with heavy shit non-stop. I had to keep this up for 6 hours mind you. There was also one IC parcel that I embarrassingly COULD NOT move no matter how hard I tried. I gave it my all and still my workrate today was piss-poor to the point that my floor manager even complained about it (albeit respectfully). Three weeks into this job and I finally got fraud checked; my physicality simply does not accommodate this position.
To provide some details on my physical stats, I'm 5'10.2" with a 17-18" shoulder breadth, but I weigh 130lbs and am over 20% bodyfat. I'm literally fat and frail at the same time; I'm built like a fucking SHITSKIN Peppa Pig I'm strength and cardio mogged by FOIDS at this workplace, it's absolutely abysmal. If you thought being an incel was bad, try being an incel who's also weak as fuck . The main reason I got this job was so my parents would stop complaining about me not having a job, but I don't think I can keep this up long-term without it becoming hazardous to my health. I'm planning to throw in the towel, I don't want to go back to that warehouse under any circumstances.
Unfortunately I can't work in retail either because we all know how that goes as a sub-5, especially one who's non-NT. I'm going to have to work some explanation with my parents, since they were the ones who pressured me to get this job in the first place, and I'm gonna have to either gymmaxx hard or juice before I work again. Honestly my parents’ lack of empathy regarding this whole situation is frustrating. They chose to pass on their bad genes, creating a mentally ill, ugly, physically weak son, they chose to have said son in the MOST sexually and socially competitive country on the planet, and now blame said son for being a failure as if the blame for that rests squarely on me. I'm in a very bad position in my life right now, and I really and truly would be dead by now if I had a gun
I started off feeling fresh and ready to go, and was tasked to handle trailer 117 ("one-seventeen"). Eventually the frequency of boxes/ICs (Incompatible Freight) coming down the conveyor belts heavily decreased, so I was asked to switch to trailer 116. After a while of stuffing 116, my floor manager (a pretty chill black guy with a Muslim name) came up to me and was like "Ight Imma need you to return to 7/11," before correcting himself and saying 117
. I'm of course not offended in the slightest, especially since I know it was an honest mistake, but HOLY fucking shit was that brutal. Just the numbers 11 and 7 in ANY order at all coupled with my insectoid gigashitskin phenotype instantly made his mind go to 7/11 . I LITERALLY feel like a troon who was just misgendered; I've been looking at it for a while but I'm finally going to order glutathione for skin lightening today.The brutality was not at all limited to that though. The expected workrate at my job was the most insane it's ever been, with both the regular and IC conveyor belts just coming at me with heavy shit non-stop. I had to keep this up for 6 hours mind you. There was also one IC parcel that I embarrassingly COULD NOT move no matter how hard I tried. I gave it my all and still my workrate today was piss-poor to the point that my floor manager even complained about it (albeit respectfully). Three weeks into this job and I finally got fraud checked; my physicality simply does not accommodate this position.
To provide some details on my physical stats, I'm 5'10.2" with a 17-18" shoulder breadth, but I weigh 130lbs and am over 20% bodyfat. I'm literally fat and frail at the same time; I'm built like a fucking SHITSKIN Peppa Pig
I'm strength and cardio mogged by FOIDS at this workplace, it's absolutely abysmal. If you thought being an incel was bad, try being an incel who's also weak as fuck . The main reason I got this job was so my parents would stop complaining about me not having a job, but I don't think I can keep this up long-term without it becoming hazardous to my health. I'm planning to throw in the towel, I don't want to go back to that warehouse under any circumstances.Unfortunately I can't work in retail either because we all know how that goes as a sub-5, especially one who's non-NT. I'm going to have to work some explanation with my parents, since they were the ones who pressured me to get this job in the first place, and I'm gonna have to either gymmaxx hard or juice before I work again. Honestly my parents’ lack of empathy regarding this whole situation is frustrating. They chose to pass on their bad genes, creating a mentally ill, ugly, physically weak son, they chose to have said son in the MOST sexually and socially competitive country on the planet, and now blame said son for being a failure as if the blame for that rests squarely on me. I'm in a very bad position in my life right now, and I really and truly would be dead by now if I had a gun
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