The most ass raped I've felt in a while was being scheduled 7 days in a row, and that being split into two different weeks for payroll (Tuesday thru Saturday, and then Sunday + Monday). Working a 56 hour work week of manual labor and corporate slave driving for $10.70 an hour, and not getting overtime for my labor, while the department I'm in has increased YoY for daily and weekly profits.....I can't properly express the anger and not giving a fuck I felt.
It's very strange for me to see what occupations people have here and how people post, their mood, mindset, personality as a whole. I take notice of people close to me in real life. In so many ways, I feel like I've lost my personality and ability to exhibit happiness or hope or joy on a daily basis. Having a job that involves very simple but very taxing physical work has given me perspective that I'm grateful for ultimately.
There's a very deep apathy and disconnect with how little worth lower income workers are given. It's not about gratitude and being proclaimed a hero, it's about worth and respect on an economic level. That the labor and stress put on your body is rewarded and that you are valued, that you matter.
I guess I'm pondering and questioning perspective. As a lower income worker that's surviving, this has been the hardest point of my life. And with how much effort and work I've put in, the countless hours and days and weeks of being treated like a machine, it's hard for me to accept that there should be any division in class.
The idea that someone's worth and survival means more than mine or others on an economic level, while people such as myself are being being exposed to hundreds and thousands of people weekly in a pandemic, the fact that this is accepted or acceptable at all is disappointing to say the least.
In summary: I'm surviving but I'd love to rip a rich person's head off with my bare hands.
