I'm beyond frustrated with the way jobs treat people.
I had a solid job, one that actually paid decently, but losing it threw me into six months of unemployment, sinking me deeper into debt. Now I’m stuck working fast food for a pathetic $11 an hour, even though the store barely has more than four people inside at any given time. It’s a joke.
I miss my old job so much not just the pay, but the fact that I could actually sit and breathe between tasks. But apparently "missing too much work" was enough reason to fire me, even though I only called out for a few shifts over a couple of weeks due to being seriously unwell. Not just sick literally hospitalized after having two separate seizures, one of which happened behind the wheel. And they still let me go.
That receptionist job was the only one where I ever felt like I had real purpose. Now? Everything just feels meaningless again.