spacefreightergirl
let it all go
- May 27, 2026
- 40
I'm not sure if this is the right forum to post it on but I'm starting to feel uneasy again. My day was mostly going well until I remembered again that I really need to find a job at some point.
To pay my rent and some medical expenses I had to break no contact with my family after a year which was insanely embarrassing and awkward in itself. I didn't ask for money but I was honestly praying (and I'm ashamed of it) that they would get the hint that I was in a very bad financial situation, so I've been living off of my mother's money again for a few weeks now. I mostly feel guilty for it, I hate depending on her out of all people.
Honestly if I was prettier (and if I found it easier to talk to people when I don't want to) I'd try prostitution, but I can't imagine someone paying to spend any time with me. I don't really have it in me to try online either, I tried already and it felt exhaustingly annoying, and I haven't had the energy to make myself look pretty for strangers in a really long time. I can't really afford makeup anyway.
I'm an university drop out so all I can do is customer service jobs but they drain me. I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel like I hate jobs a lot more than the average person, either that or I don't understand how people haven't shot themselves en masse by now.
I guess it doesn't help that it's always minimum wage. I don't get how I'm supposed to be even mildly satisfied with a job that barely covers my rent and groceries. Yes, that is technically better than no job at all and being homeless, but I think I have the right to want to drink down a bottle of bleach anyway.
For anyone who's read this this far here's a fun fact: The word for "to work" in a lot of romance languages (for example, "trabajar" in spanish) comes from a verb from vulgar latin, "tripaliare", supposed to refer to work as torture as it was a reference to "tripalarium", the name of an old torture device.
To pay my rent and some medical expenses I had to break no contact with my family after a year which was insanely embarrassing and awkward in itself. I didn't ask for money but I was honestly praying (and I'm ashamed of it) that they would get the hint that I was in a very bad financial situation, so I've been living off of my mother's money again for a few weeks now. I mostly feel guilty for it, I hate depending on her out of all people.
Honestly if I was prettier (and if I found it easier to talk to people when I don't want to) I'd try prostitution, but I can't imagine someone paying to spend any time with me. I don't really have it in me to try online either, I tried already and it felt exhaustingly annoying, and I haven't had the energy to make myself look pretty for strangers in a really long time. I can't really afford makeup anyway.
I'm an university drop out so all I can do is customer service jobs but they drain me. I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel like I hate jobs a lot more than the average person, either that or I don't understand how people haven't shot themselves en masse by now.
I understand that the average person doesn't like their job but I genuinely feel like I want to throw myself out of the window whenever I was at work, whenever I'd see a customer come in it'd genuinely ruin my mood. I really don't like attending people and I specially don't like having to fake a smile or answering questions – I really fucking hate answering dumb questions too. (Side note: What's the deal with people that ask "What do you have"? What kind of question is that?) The closest I was to CTB was always after a shift, I either felt like I could not hold onto life or like I hated people too much to deal with anyone anymore. I've been raped before and there's been times at work where I genuinely thought to myself "I'd rather be raped right now".
I guess it doesn't help that it's always minimum wage. I don't get how I'm supposed to be even mildly satisfied with a job that barely covers my rent and groceries. Yes, that is technically better than no job at all and being homeless, but I think I have the right to want to drink down a bottle of bleach anyway.
For anyone who's read this this far here's a fun fact: The word for "to work" in a lot of romance languages (for example, "trabajar" in spanish) comes from a verb from vulgar latin, "tripaliare", supposed to refer to work as torture as it was a reference to "tripalarium", the name of an old torture device.