... compared to my pizza job, my new job bagging at a grocery store is great: I have no job-related expenses, my commute is about a quarter of what it used to be, and I work with a much more diverse range of people.
Granted, I have much more extended contact with customers (many of whom are not people one would care to have extended contact with), but… oh, well?
In exchange for not having to obsess over the price of gasoline, what expensive piece of my car is going to fall off next, or whether I’m going to get aced by another 2-ton vehicle at 35 mph, I’d say that having to deal with people who get genuinely angry over 20 cents of grapefruit is a decent trade-off. 2 years ago
.... decided to quit my pizza delivery job. All the bullcrap will be set aside for the time being, and all the money I saved up to replace the car my job was destroying can be used to keep me safe until I get settled into a new job.
The way this all happened was not the best, but I hated that job. Now I’m rid of it, and I’ll take on another shitty job that is less expensive and dangerous. 2 years ago
.... this goal is essentially on hiatus for the time being.
I have come to hate my job so much that I think it’s messing up the other parts of my life. I spend most of my free time trying to escape the anger that’s building up inside me from the frustrations of a bullshit job and a lonely existence. Delivering pizza is to work for a company that doesn’t give two flips whether I get paid or not; they leave that up to the customer. I cover all my own expenses and the company pays me even less than minimum wage.
The whole system is a crock, but for now it’s holding, and aside from risking my life for what amounts to a minimum-wage job, my life is at least somewhat under control. 2 years ago