Let the stomach churning commence.
I’m not the only person who feels that way. I know many who feel the same. People who throw up before they leave for this place. One who needs to be chaperoned to actually get into the car and drive to work. People who regularly cry each night at the thought of tomorrow and working in this place.
If I posted the name of this joint you would probably be surprised. In fact, I’m sure you would be because on its face it would seem to be a very cool place to work. That’s what I thought too. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Anyone with competence and options doesn’t last long. The people who prosper are the incompetent, which are nutured, and the evil, who are rewarded. I fall into the group of folks who hate the job, hate the workplace culture and the people who foster it but are trapped with the need of the rather premium health insurance that comes with the benefit package. I had huge hopes for the Affordable Care Act while it was being argued into law. I prayed for single payer or a public option but even when those hopes were quickly dashed I thought the health care exchanges would still give me an opportunity to get out. Not so. High deductibles and out of pocket expenses and the low cost options leave too large a percentage uncovered. So … trapped … like a rat.
And that horrible, horrible feeling that there is no hope and there is no end. At least not one that wouldn’t financially harm my family.
I just hope that one day I can be shed of this misery and if the gods are gracious and make it happen I will have zero compunction about naming names. All of them.
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