u/LuxieRiot

It’s entirely performative the way men are “nice” to women “sometimes”. it’s entirely performative the second you do something that you have an opinion or a viewpoint or something that doesn’t align with his and makes his dick go soft for five seconds you’re done they want nothing to do with you. They will be unspeakably cruel to you. They will establish these boundaries that they have never had once in their fucking life just to avoid having to comfort and reassure you about anything.

Hey guys, so I was recently fired from my job. I’m going to try and pursue legal action because there was the frequent promise of accommodation accommodation was never made and I was essentially set up to fail the whole entire time that said I am just a couple bucks shy of my rent and Im in need extra necessities so like 50 bucks would get me a pretty far right now, at least tide me over for a little bit. As it is, I had to lay out all my laundry across my apartment because I couldn’t afford the dryer today(and my dish towels aren’t even clean)

I started working at a chain salon that only does cuts a few months ago. I make okay money but the environment is garbage. I can’t do it anymore, I don’t eat I don’t sleep, I’m constantly stressed, I’ve never in my life felt like I’m owned by a company more than here. I pray I never get sick or injured because they will not give me the day off. They literally told me “we give you two days off a week” bro that’s like the law. As part of that, I’m not allowed to photograph my work to build a portfolio but at the same time I’m being bullied by management and overworked.

How can I transition out with co clientele and not allowed to even take photos of my work? I know people have done it but it’s so discouraging I feel like there’s no way out.

EDIT: there’s no way out within the industry so I’ll probably get my work cards to be a budtender.

That’s it that’s the post. Having to plan to need a mental health day is so fucked uo on so many levels as it is and these people are hell bent on running me into the ground

I always have to show up and bet there for everyone. I cut hair for a living so I’m expected to give every last piece of myself. Not one soul does anything even resembling the same for me. I’m moving and doing it all entirely on my own without my own vehicle. Not one soul has offered any sort of help. I’m exhausted, I have absolutely nothing to replace what I keep being forced to give out.

I’d give anything for any sort of comfort and softness in life, I want a man who when I get in from work when I’m feeling burnt out depleted and tired will just hold me and let me cry.