Does it bother anyone else that we only exist to work?

[BeansOfRequirement]

I feel so rich buying suicide equipment. Flexing with the pressure redactor and nitrogen gas tank XD

Lmfao, for me it's more about the whole apartment thing. Hard to buy that shit when living in mom's basement tbh.

 

[flagmaster]

Agree. We work until we're broken and no good and then our crippled body becomes work for those in healthcare. Our existence is short and pissed away in this life spending hours doing something you hate. Putting on that work face and pretending you give a shit when in your head you've already checked out. Being amongst other colleagues is the worst part for me. Having to tolerate and pretend to be interested in what they've got to say whilst feeling like a burden in their company and that I'm so disconnected from this reality that I'm just
emotionally detached from everything. It's crazy to see how much people get involved with their jobs, like what they do matters and they are irreplaceable. It's exhausting!

 

[LastLoveLetter]

I agree. As I have said before, an individual's identity and value is tied to their employment status, from society's perspective. If you cannot conform and be yet another cog in the machine, yet another slave to the corporate masters, then you are treated as subhuman. The system in place means that we are forced to abide by it in order to survive, or risk homelessness, poverty (although many workers still live in poverty despite working hard - even multiple jobs - to manage) and severe disadvantage.

If you have to claim financial aid from the government as a result of factors beyond your control, then you are perceived as a "benefits scrounger" and subjected to numerous degrading and dehumanising assessments, bureaucracy and red tape - all of which have a shared mission of discouraging the claimant from requesting support and doing everything possible to justify withholding it, even if survival depends on it.

If you see through the illusion of "hard works pays off", the delusion of meritocracy and the myth of "success", this is largely shunned and you are expected to "contribute to society" by working, because apparently that's the only valid contribution a person can make.

Having our humanity and level of value reduced to a mere job title - or lack thereof - instead of having inherent worth is soul-destroying. We are treated like machines that are either "functional" or "faulty", and used or discarded accordingly. No-one deserves to be treated as less than human based on their employment status and income. Wageslave culture is oppressive, outdated and toxic.

 

[diyCTB]

I've met my breaking point with a shitty job I've somehow tolerated for a year but my god I can't do the same thing for years I don't know how people do it. It's ups if anyone's curious and now I'm going to Amazon where it's slightly more tolerable. Never will I have kids to "experience" life I'm not a selfish pos

I tolerated my shitty job because I wasn't confident in myself that I could work at better job until I experienced mental breakdown.

What were the worst things you hated about your job?

In my opinion, life is mostly just unpleasant and there is no enjoyment to be found anywhere. Human beings are essentially just slaves to the system. The constant pressure and stress from jobs can send many people into despair. It is understandable how you feel, the majority of jobs I could never be able to cope with. I am not suited for this society in any way.

There is enjoyment but in small amounts designed to help you forget about stress and hope for better to keep you asleep. It's a trap!

Blame capitalism for turning us into wage slaves

Blame humanity for succumbing to temptations of capitalism and letting it run unmonitored for too long, corrupting and degrading everything until it's too late.

Just look around and you see how it devalues professions, degrees lumping everyone under mediocre. Wouldn't you be pissed to study for years and end up like everyone else with lower pay, a lot of work and doing tasks outside of your position?

I see many general practitioners who are grumpy, nervous and display lack of care. Capitalism turned healthcare system into almost automated system with mass approach. There's no more individual approach and preventative care unless you are upper class to afford personal practices.

I knew even at that age that it was all a load of rubbish, every job sucks, sure some suck more than others, but they all suck to some degree. Why are we spending 40+ hours a week working just to barely survive? It's nonsense.

40 hours doesn't sound as bad as 80+ hours. Every job sucks and we have left choosing one of lesser evils.

We had that too. Lol, I spent my high school years wanting a girlfriend, while other people were focusing on their future. I guess most of them are where they wanted to be. I'm not.

You were seeking outside factors to feel valued and have a purpose. Doing so puts you in a vulnerable position of dependency on someone or something.

I remember we were told in school that if you don't study, you end up working as janitor.

It bothers me that I can't work. I'm not disabled. I am just fucked. I hear what you are saying. Really without retirement it's fucked.

Same. The idea of working in lowest jobs for the rest of my life with toxic people and exploitative bosses only to end up ill puts me off and I rather CTB than stay here.

Yes. And my Dad wonders why I'm taking so long to get my degree. Gee, I don't know, maybe the idea of having to go through a cycle of work for 30-40 years isn't tempting to me.

People in old times were working 30-40 years by the way. What was different is people were different, conditions were different, man could feed entire family, stress and anxiety were different, perception of time was different etc.

Yeah, and those who would tell you that it is fair are usually the ones in a nice comfy job with generous pay. Yet, they would protest the loudest at how unfair it is, if they found themselves in your shoes!

With a lot of people these days it seems that things are always fair, so long as they always happen to other people.

Those people are probably pro-lifers that don't care unless it's about them.

Those are kind of people who would compare themselves with today's generation and judge them for being wussies while they worked hard for years. What they forget is 40 years ago was different from today.

I feel this. Plus I feel there are too many people competing. You look at the world and everything is already made and thought out. You cannot contribute anything or change anything. I live in commie-block and It scares me that I would have to work 9-5 to stay here living on top of one another like termites. Fuck that.

Thanks to the internet and outsourcing platforms where employers can find someone with similar work skills abroad.

Guess it's a matter of time before profession that you acquired will be irrelevant or replaced by automation.

The trick is, even if it means far less income, finding a job you enjoy (or at least don't hate)

I wouldn't mind working for minimum wage but enjoying the job with good conditions, personnel, no stress and no anxiety.

Yepp,. That's what I've basically heard for many years.... " If you love your job, you never have to work a day in your life. "

Lol ok..... I'm sure that's true for some Lucky people out there .. but as for me and Many people I know... Pretty much hate / don't like our jobs. Fml.

The best job is a high paying hobby. I think it's Henry Ford said this. Sounds like utopian society to me.

My sentimonies exactly! "Trickle down economics"? Just a fancy way of justifying the rich and privileged pulling up the ladder behind them. "Just throw the plebs a few 70 inch TVs, that'll convince 'em they never had it so good. Don't let them catch on or they may just beat us over the heads with that ladder!"

Yes, throw them carrots occasionally but keep enslaved and don't let them wake up.

 

[Makko]

I don't mind it

 

[diyCTB]

If you have to claim financial aid from the government as a result of factors beyond your control, then you are perceived as a "benefits scrounger" and subjected to numerous degrading and dehumanising assessments, bureaucracy and red tape - all of which have a shared mission of discouraging the claimant from requesting support and doing everything possible to justify withholding it, even if survival depends on it.

^ THIS! I rather CTB than go through this again and be seen as a parasite! They can shove their disability payments into their asses! In fact, they should be thanking me for saving them moolah.

 

[draw a circle]

I haven't worked any real jobs yet (not counting the one time i worked at a drink booth for a month and 2 years of volunteer work, plus helping my mom with her store) but tbh yeah the working world got me feeling suicidal... I actually have things i like doing, like teaching, writing, and learning foreign languages, i used to want to be a teacher or a translator, but those are jobs that people deem in the lower level and my parents don't want me to work in those jobs. I just want to live peacefully doing little things i like doing, but somehow i have to hustle and shit. And if i want to work in the fields i like it would become a side job and i still need to have a more stable, well paying job.

Some people would say, well, you're an adult so just don't listen to your parents and do the things yourself! But honestly, people's words do get to me. And i also know that i need those shitty stable jobs because I'm the only one that will have to provide for my parents in when they get old.

Not to mention the people... Ugh, i can probably handle actually working, but social interactions?? Nah, I'm outta here.

 

[BluesRunTheGame]

NEETing for as long as I can.

 

[Lost Magic]

 

[littlelungs]

If you have to claim financial aid from the government as a result of factors beyond your control, then you are perceived as a "benefits scrounger" and subjected to numerous degrading and dehumanising assessments, bureaucracy and red tape - all of which have a shared mission of discouraging the claimant from requesting support and doing everything possible to justify withholding it, even if survival depends on it.

Everything you said is so bang-on, but this really hit home for me.

(Long post incoming, because apparently that's just what I do.)

A few years ago, I had no choice but to stop working due my rapidly-declining physical and mental health situation. Because I had a full-time job with benefits and was past the probationary period, I was able to apply for disability through private insurance as part of the benefits package.

I understand that they want to prevent fraud and don't want to pay out the benefits regardless of what the applicant is actually afflicted with, but the whole process of actually getting approved for disability and being able to keep it is so degrading: A complete stranger asks you extremely personal questions, then your answers are passed on by this stranger to a group of doctors who have never even spoken to you directly to basically "grade" you on whether or not your pain and hardship is valid and whether or not you deserve help, then if you "pass", you merely get sent the application form to mostly be filled out by a doctor (you're completely SOL if you don't have one – I didn't at the beginning, despite begging doctors all over the region to take me in as a patient, and even calling the fucking provincial health line for help multiple times over the years because there's an extreme doctor shortage where I'm from), then this group of doctors and strangers that have never met you have to approve that your pain is "legitimate", and THEN if you're approved you have to have your doctor fill out a renewal form every month stating that you're still disabled, until the short-term disability runs out in 6 months and you have to start the process all over again to apply for long-term disability.

I somehow made it up until that last step because I managed to get connected with a short-term psychiatrist (only AFTER trying to kill myself at the beginning of the whole process) who actually took me seriously... but because he was part of the crisis unit I couldn't keep seeing him, so I was referred to another psychiatrist to see on a long-term basis, and she was awful. I asked her to fill out the little monthly renewal form for my short-term disability, and she was visibly annoyed, sighing and acting like I was asking her to write a 1000 page report in a day, and then when she finally did it she said, "Okay, enough of that; now let's get back to the MEDICINE," and then proceeded to fuck around with my medications, and I got serotonin syndrome. When the time came for me to apply for long-term disability, she refused to fill out the paperwork because I currently wasn't in DBT (she gave me no referrals and I didn't have the means to pay for private sessions) and she said, "I think you just don't want to go back to work." It was such a big "fuck you" on so many levels; a total disregard for how hard I was trying, despite the whole system making it fucking impossible to access any of this "help" that they love to dangle in front of vulnerable people's faces to keep them from killing themselves for whatever reasons they've got up their sleeve (but I have a few obvious ideas as to what they could be, and none of them are for the actual benefit of the individual). My survival depended on this money and my psychiatrist didn't give a single flying rat's ass with all of her nice clothes, designer handbags and her big fat doctor's salary. Fuck her. I'm from a country where we're known for our "amazing" healthcare system and social programs... right.

All of this – and this was all highly simplified – for just a little over $500 a month, which wasn't even enough to afford to keep a roof over my head (despite living in low-income housing), anyway, never mind any other basic life expenses. I tried to apply for welfare on top of that, but but because I was living with my ex (a part-time student paying for her own education and half of our living expenses on a retail salary) at the time and the combination of our total income and "assets" (aka, the car she was gifted and the little TV we had) exceeded the (very low) maximum amount of money one can have in order to apply for provincial aid by just a few dollars (which nobody could possibly live off of), and because I wasn't actively searching for work due to my illness and I hadn't been designated as a person with disabilities on a provincial level by a doctor (and all I had was that awful psychiatrist), I couldn't even get a chance at applying for less than an additional $200 from the provincial government, which, in combination with the $500 or so, STILL wouldn't have been enough to afford basic living expenses like food and shelter, never mind any therapy or medical treatments.

And then when I ended up in the psych ward after being found by police with a tie around my neck after trying to hang myself, they actually had the nerve to ask me why I didn't want to live anymore, and told me that I had "so much to be grateful for", despite knowing jack shit about me or what my life has been like. Save it; they can go fuck themselves, too.

If I were currently where I'm originally from, I'd have to apply for federal disability in order to live and not be an even bigger burden on my family than I surely already would be. Even though federal disability is something that every citizen pays into and is theoretically entitled to it if they need it, the government still doesn't want to let you have it, and they'll make it as difficult as possible for you to get your hands on that ~$600-$1100 per month that you've contributed to. (For perspective, renting a tiny apartment where I'm from costs over $2000 per month on average.) I'm way too sick to even think about going through that whole nightmare again – I honestly don't think I could handle it – and I've had enough of trying to convince people/"the system" that I'm worthy of not starving to death in a cardboard box on the side of the road somewhere, just because I'm too sick and disabled to "contribute to society".

 

[diyCTB]

@littlelungs I am sorry about your situation. The system is kind of "Don't ask, don't tell". On one side they make it look like they won't leave you and will help you, saying how life is worthy and it will get better. On the other side when you go deep down the rabbit hole you start to see through smoke and mirrors.

This fakery you can see on TV where they paint an image of someone or something which is opposite to reality. I call it passive gaslighting where you see what's going on but can't do anything and they keep gaslighting audience without allowing any criticism.

I received disability benefits and on a second year they reduced my score which made me no longer eligible for payments. Every year one has to go to assessment and answer how they feel, maybe do 3rd party tests, receiving negligible look downs in the process. I decided for myself that CTB'ing is worth it more than anxiety, discomfort and emotion energy associated with the pain they make you go through to receive money to survive on. I can't imagine doing that every month in your case.