so i walked out of my job the other day. my trainer didn’t wear his mask for two days straight and i was stuck in a tiny-ass room with twelve people for eight hours at a time. i live with six other people and if one of us gets COVID, we all get COVID, and i wasn’t about to risk their lives and mine.
but while i was in there, i had Thoughts.
this is my ranting.
there are cracks in these walls and they are glowing neon. you don’t get to tell me this place is safe to work in. i know safety. i know care. you may fool the others but i will not wither under your stare.
we are worth more than your paltry attempts at friendship and home. we know you don’t give a fuck about the heartbeats within these walls. if you cared at all you would give these people a loan. rent is still due on the first of the month and you want to make me work for no pay?
fuck you for making me starve. i, for one, have no desire to die on your company dime that is barely worth a drop of my time - and GOD FORBID if this experience takes my life.
what a cruel fucking destiny. to be punished for the state’s indecision. to find fault in my citizenship. to realize the government would rather see me die than give relief where it is needed.
to see suffering, and claim it as freedom.