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NullSz00
Full-Swing Sayonara
- Feb 22, 2024
- 209
Everything is going to be ok, probably...
There is no mandated drug testing for my job but I'm a blue collar worker and being impaired at work can be dangerous because I can end up cutting myself with the tools I use, or messing up the thing that I'm working on. And the things that I work on are worth a fuck ton of money. My job doesn't involve driving around, operating any heavy machinery, etc. so messing up is very unlikely to put anyone's life at risk, but there's still a chance that I could get in serious trouble. That's all I can say about my job without going into too much detail and potentially identifying myself though.That was a shitty thing for them to do.
People are evil.... No surprise we need drugs to get through life.
I hope you don't lose your job. I hope karma bites them in the ass.
Vaguely annoyed at Albert Camus and absurdism in general.I feel empty. Like if you slice me open, you'll find nothing there. Just black emptiness. I go through life mechanically, and it's like every emotion I feel is fake. Like they're really just at the surface. Beneath, there's nothing. It's weird. I know what to feel but I don't feel it.
I'm hurting and because of that, I end up hurting others. I don't want to cause pain anymore. I don't want to feel pain anymore. I just want it all to end.