It Sucks Being Small. No One Takes You Seriously.

You people don't deserve shit

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-30339438

So, unskilled labor should be worth the cost of… what? Engineers? I worked at power plants as an operator for $15 an hour and only 40 hours a week.

I graduated college with a degree in power plant engineering and almost 500 hours as an operator, and ended up working at a gas station in Illinois for $8 an hour (about six months). They almost didn’t hire me because they thought I’d demand too much pay, but I just really wanted a job.

Being in the middle of two jobs and/or an uncertain future can be crumby.

The point is, I happily took the job.

So, you fuckers who have done absolutely nothing but complain and expect everyone else to bend over backwards to accommodate your habits of spending outside your means can go friggin’ bury yourselves alive to make way for people who will actually appreciate getting what they do.

Have any of you whiney fuckers ever met those poor bastards that pick strawberries all summer or stand on street corners in Texas hoping to pick up work who may or may not get paid something?

I have no guilt assuming you pieces of shit have absolutely no concept of the struggle others have. The only difference is they are willing to work and do their jobs well to get the barely survivable amount they do; it is no stretch to say many of them are trying to provide for more than just themselves and one other (You single mothers who think the world owes you something because you got knocked up and gave up deserve nothing [aside from rape victims because that really is not your choice]). My guess is that most of you people bitching about wanting professional wages while being shitty people to others (the word service does not end at just getting people their food on a tray) are trying to afford that new iPhone/iPad or something stupid and useless for your car.

There are so many factors that go into cost of living, and I know some people have a very hard time trying to manage it all alone. Had it not been for the good fortune of having financially stable family in that part who let me stay until I got that job at the gas station (before, luckily, getting a better job), I’d have been very hard-pressed. The difference between myself and you pieces of shit demanding pay many starting engineers get is that we take the time to budget ourselves. We go through absolute hell to keep our jobs (which, by the way, require a hell of a lot more skill, intelligence, and dedication). Sometimes, it does not pay off. Sometimes, the management are more of assholes than you people demanding $15 an hour. Sometimes, there really is no way to get help; however, that is, beyond a doubt, nearly impossible in this country.

If you have a minimum-wage job and cannot afford basic necessities (shelter, food, clothes), and you have cut everything unnecessary, apply for welfare. If you are on WIC, EBT (electronic version of food stamps), welfare, etc., with a minimum-wage job and still cannot afford to live by absolute necessities, you are a piece of shit and need to learn to live within your means. You are getting help from your own government, using money gleaned from the incomes of millions of other families (some who may be as well off, if not worse than yours), and squandering it away on things you either do not need or should not procure through your current methods.

I know some of people would complain they’ve tried everything. But, then, there are the people who have actually tried everything and didn’t just sit around whining and waiting for someone else to give them money to buy their iPhones, American Eagle, or stupid, fucking rims. Those people have my sympathy because they’re doing absolutely everything they can, and they actually have to recognize and appreciate the smallest things in life to be happy.

I had to basically beg for more hours at the gas station. Since I was new, they didn’t like giving me more than about 25 a week, and my financial duties were far more than most of these whiney fucks could ever imagine. My coworkers who didn’t feel like working gave me theirs. I came in when they called. I changed my phone plan, I sold my motorcycle (because I couldn’t even afford that, a cheap Yamaha cruiser), I got rid of my internet and TV, I ate nothing but spaghetti noodles and/or rice for a seemingly long time. But, I still paid my student loan and bills on time.

You fucking pieces of shit who think you’re special because you’ve done absolutely nothing worthwhile with your lives and demanded a respect you’ve never afforded to anyone else need to die to make room for people who will use those jobs to the fullest.

I’ve seen both sides of the coin. I’ve been well-off and sank to a mere few family members. I recovered without drowning too much. A little brain damage and emotional scarring, but I made it back (sort of).

Those shits who think they can live on easy street by dropping school and working at McDonalds while waiting for your get-rich-quick scheme to fruit and expect $15 an hour in the meantime just need to exterminate yourselves. So many people are worse off than you. So many people are more worthwhile than you. Take everything you possibly can from everyone else and give absolutely nothing back. They think their job at a cash register or fryer is too intensive and horrible? The technology we have can replace those pieces of shit with a vending machine. Why do we need - no - why do even WANT those people? Why? What the fuck is the difference between a vending machine and yourselves? They are a person. That’s the difference. They are no more than a flesh and blood representation of what a computer can do faster, cheaper, and more accurately. They are worth fuck all in the long run because I’m sure McDonalds will eventually replace them. In seconds, I was able to devise a system capable of doing my job as a gas station attendant, and I wasn’t the only one who did that; a coworker who was a college math major dropout (partied too much but still smarter than me book-wise) saw the same thing I did. What makes those people at McDonalds special? Nothing makes them special. Nothing about them makes them any better or worse or more equal than anyone else working an unskilled labor job. You all understand what that means, right? Unskilled labor means anyone at anytime could replace them because they are worth nothing. They are worth federally/state-mandated minimum wage, and that is all. If they aspire to be worthless and demand they deserve more, they are reducing our country’s value. They are as much of a leech as the parasites at the top. Both groups suck the life out of everyone else because they expect everything for nothing. Where’s the next place to make a quick buck in order to buy the next ridiculously overpriced clothing, the stupid electronics, and the entirely unnecessary indulgences? The best bet is to somehow sue a famous person by claiming they raped you 20+ years ago.

Until these people are of any value, they deserve nothing but ire for their greed. I’m surprised this pay situation hasn’t somehow turned into a race issue…

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Well, you were right about how they're supposed to work. They don't even help ease the sadness, anger. They're just supposed to give you more energy and help focus. Doesn't make sense why humans would even bother to invent such a useless medication. Medication is supposed to be coupled with therapy, but what good is that if my mind has hard-wired itself to be, well, me?I wish you could have another opportunity to try them. Maybe they would work for you. Maybe you'd run into an incredible doctor, counselor, or someone completely new, and you could start to piece back together. Medication doesn't necessarily work the same on everyone, but the right support is essential. Otherwise, it'll only make things, in a way, worse. It's only easier to focus on the dark now.Thanks for checking on me. You are an incredible person. I'm sure it's impossible to convince yourself, but there are a lot of us out there who think so about you.Hope you're having a good day/evening/night. Hope tomorrow brings at even one moment of clarity and stillness.

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Raised off-the-grid in the remote Oregon wilderness, artist Gypsie Raliegh takes inspiration from anxiety, death, and heartbreak and combines darkness with whimsy in her comics to explore loneliness as a way of life. Source

A psychologist asked me if I think about hurting myself or others. I said,"No." I lied.

There was a time I stood before fire and used its power to create beauty. I  threw away those days out of greed and fear, and I have regretted it ever since. Don't give up building the life you want. Even if you don't have the money, power, or means, if you push away your love, you may never get it back. Don't put that life on hold to sell your soul for something you never needed.

I realized today I am the angriest person I know. It's amazing. It makes me wonder if everyone else is really good at blocking it out, or if they're all too fucking retarded to see the problems I see. So far, it's looking like the latter.