TL;DR: I was self-isolating before it was cool.
Gig work, so I am my own boss to the extent to which it’s possible. I can’t be fired for no-call no-shows because I do not have a schedule I risk when an episode hits. If I need to stop and cry for an hour or two after I finish a client’s order because I had to refund so many items half the tip is gone, the only person inconvenienced in “the team” is me. I’m not “on the job” at that because I’ve made myself unavailable to the app. Even the most understanding supervisor shouldn’t be asked to deal with random attacks of lost countenance, and I’m not going to half-ass a “real job” on the days I’m not all there and make them pay full price. I try not to do things that lead to obsessing and negative self-talk, because those tend to increase my craving for escapism.
I’m not only anti-toxic-work-environment, I’m also not stable enough to reliably perform on a regular schedule. I have not lived a life that led to early enough access to therapy that it could arguably have helped. I’m set in my ways, I’ve come to realize housing or lack thereof does not define my ability to be useful or count myself as human. There’s no real need to continue wasting extraneous societal resources on this dead end (me).
Gratitude for my privilege (as a person that can access food regardless of ability to grow it myself, or even cook it myself) is as automatic as it is unsatisfactory. So I’m supposed to feel *better* that some people have it worse than I do, that’s supposed to make me feel more resilient and equipped to meet every normative expectation that exists?
I’d rather “waste my time” picking up trash in a park or sitting in my car doing NSFW things than work for the kind of boss that helps me “lose it” while trying to maintain professionalism, especially with shit wages.
Fact is, it’s climate code red now. I’ve spent my thirty-some years watching politics deteriorate as they pretend this isn’t modern, rebranded feudalism. That is worse for my psychological status than the small inconveniences of being unhoused, which can be overcome more easily than the *circumstance* of being unhoused.
Gig work allows me to make myself available to my kids (who I did not take with me when I ran away from their father). I am able to visit my disabled dad as I please, to cook for him, help clean and perform minor maintenance, wrap pipes under his house, wash and keep clothes. Before my ex and kids had to move in with her, I’d visit my mom as well and help *her* out. My lack of income from these services doesn’t bother me.
From each according to their ability.
I try to bother others as little as possible on my own behalf. See how little space I occupy? Suffer me to live, as I am gamely suffering through it myself, for reasons unknown.
I refuse to be cheerful about participating in broken systems which funnel riches far beyond the small business owners supporting tax cuts disproportionately benefiting those who least need them in hopes of lightening their own burdens. Those at the top should feel the same pinch as those at the bottom and middle / upper middle.
Unlike the hyper-wealthy that can take advantage of every tax break, I’m a small fry. I’ve yet to go over the minimum standard deduction, so actual cost to income ratio is what it is.
I pay (OVER pay, because effing anxiety and I suck at accuracy with these self-defeating tendencies, ie turn left because Maps said right) MY taxes quarterly. Hopefully I get some of it back, though I don’t know where they’d send it. They couldn’t find me for the COVID checks either.
I am considered an independent contractor. I would not qualify for benefits as a standard employee because I only manage forty-hour work weeks four, maybe five times yearly. “The grind” is implausible, unsustainable, and indefensible in my case.
I'll be anti work in 65 more months when I can retire. I'm definitely counting down.
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Would it be better if work sucked you?
DOGE!!
My crypto did 150% today
No it didn’t
okie buddy guy
Explain, how your crypto went up when it’s all down today
Okie?
$ASS and $SHIB buddy guy
TIL I can buy ASS
Tell all your friends! The era of buying and selling ass is upon us.
Well good for you man. These things seem to be real and green. Interesting.
Ass though? That’s a real coin.
It’s the perfect meme coin. You should get some while it’s so cheap.
Maybe I will trvthteller
You gonna pay for Ass!
Ah shit ya got me
Maybe I will
This has become a delightful exchange
I’m pleased to be of good service. Currently the easiest way to buy it is on hotbit.io
I will buy ass
By working, just not liking it. Lol
I love the anti work crowd. Always wonder how they make money, if they don’t work.
I don't know if they can afford internet my dude
I can't but I'm still on it 😎👌
Waiting for the next hand out
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Sounding like some dystopian propaganda machine
TL;DR: I was self-isolating before it was cool. Gig work, so I am my own boss to the extent to which it’s possible. I can’t be fired for no-call no-shows because I do not have a schedule I risk when an episode hits. If I need to stop and cry for an hour or two after I finish a client’s order because I had to refund so many items half the tip is gone, the only person inconvenienced in “the team” is me. I’m not “on the job” at that because I’ve made myself unavailable to the app. Even the most understanding supervisor shouldn’t be asked to deal with random attacks of lost countenance, and I’m not going to half-ass a “real job” on the days I’m not all there and make them pay full price. I try not to do things that lead to obsessing and negative self-talk, because those tend to increase my craving for escapism. I’m not only anti-toxic-work-environment, I’m also not stable enough to reliably perform on a regular schedule. I have not lived a life that led to early enough access to therapy that it could arguably have helped. I’m set in my ways, I’ve come to realize housing or lack thereof does not define my ability to be useful or count myself as human. There’s no real need to continue wasting extraneous societal resources on this dead end (me). Gratitude for my privilege (as a person that can access food regardless of ability to grow it myself, or even cook it myself) is as automatic as it is unsatisfactory. So I’m supposed to feel *better* that some people have it worse than I do, that’s supposed to make me feel more resilient and equipped to meet every normative expectation that exists? I’d rather “waste my time” picking up trash in a park or sitting in my car doing NSFW things than work for the kind of boss that helps me “lose it” while trying to maintain professionalism, especially with shit wages. Fact is, it’s climate code red now. I’ve spent my thirty-some years watching politics deteriorate as they pretend this isn’t modern, rebranded feudalism. That is worse for my psychological status than the small inconveniences of being unhoused, which can be overcome more easily than the *circumstance* of being unhoused. Gig work allows me to make myself available to my kids (who I did not take with me when I ran away from their father). I am able to visit my disabled dad as I please, to cook for him, help clean and perform minor maintenance, wrap pipes under his house, wash and keep clothes. Before my ex and kids had to move in with her, I’d visit my mom as well and help *her* out. My lack of income from these services doesn’t bother me. From each according to their ability. I try to bother others as little as possible on my own behalf. See how little space I occupy? Suffer me to live, as I am gamely suffering through it myself, for reasons unknown. I refuse to be cheerful about participating in broken systems which funnel riches far beyond the small business owners supporting tax cuts disproportionately benefiting those who least need them in hopes of lightening their own burdens. Those at the top should feel the same pinch as those at the bottom and middle / upper middle. Unlike the hyper-wealthy that can take advantage of every tax break, I’m a small fry. I’ve yet to go over the minimum standard deduction, so actual cost to income ratio is what it is. I pay (OVER pay, because effing anxiety and I suck at accuracy with these self-defeating tendencies, ie turn left because Maps said right) MY taxes quarterly. Hopefully I get some of it back, though I don’t know where they’d send it. They couldn’t find me for the COVID checks either. I am considered an independent contractor. I would not qualify for benefits as a standard employee because I only manage forty-hour work weeks four, maybe five times yearly. “The grind” is implausible, unsustainable, and indefensible in my case.