It’s thanksgiving here in the US and I feel so alone. I work at a Distribution Center for clothing and the woman next to me can’t leave work even though her brother just now passed away from covid. They told me the same thing when my grandma passed from covid 2 weeks ago. They closed the only bathrooms close to us citing “plumbing issues”, saying we have to ask for permission from our supervisor before we go the 10 minute walk to the next closest bathroom. If we leave without asking they are saying it will be seen as job abandonment so they will take away our holiday pay. My higher up also just made it so I can’t even eat on my break with my husband. Our breaks don’t line up anymore and they don’t let our breaks be very long. I’m tired. We are working 6 days a week, 11 hour shifts and I just want to quit. I have another job lined up but I can’t leave until after Christmas. I’m not expecting anything to come out of this post, I just needed to get this out. I just wanted to share my working Thanksgiving experience and now firmly believe that working a holiday as big as this/Black Friday should be illegal. We are not an essential business.
Edit 1: just wanted to say that our holidays are mandatory and no one can request these days off.
Edit 2: wow, Im very shocked by some of the people’s responses, some good some bad. I plan on leaving after Christmas because I only need to save up a couple thousand more before I can leave. My husband and I are buying a house! :) I could leave before but I wouldn’t have the funds I need for our new home. My last piece of news is my husband saw this post (I got him into this subreddit) and found a way to weasel out of his assigned break and surprised me with having our dinner together! I wish you guys could have seen the look on my face! I didn’t care that all I had was oatmeal at work, all I wanted was to spend that small amount of time with him. Thank you for all of your feedback.
I love movies based mostly on conversations like these films, happening mostly in one setting, would love to see more. Is this genre called something I miss? In my mother tongue in theatre they are called "kamara" (chamber) plays.
Hi! I don’t know why I’m posting here I just need to get some nerves out tbh, and hopefully telling strangers will make me feel better.
So my former best friend and ex girlfriend is about to meet me for dinner and it’s going to be the first time in like two years we’ve talked to each other. Honestly I’m like SUPER NERVOUS like omg.
For context shes my first and only girlfriend and like only 1 of like 3 people who know I’m bisexual and gosh just thinking of her makes me go insane. We broke up because we didn’t wanna do long distance and kinda just stopped talking but I’ve always missed her so much.
I have no idea what’s going to happen, I feel guilty I kinda want something to happen but it’s not like it would work anyway since we both still live hours away and have like 2 yrs of college left. Im also afraid meeting her will make me catch feelings all over again and I’ll just torture myself for eternity but y’know these things happen haha. But gosh idk. I just had to say this somewhere so thanks for listening!
Me: Dinner is served as soon as you dress the salad.
Wife: What are you thinking?
Me: Business casual.
Cutting our victim, Bill, straight down the middle will yield us the yummiest meat.
It’s typically not our every day thing to talk politics at dinner, we normally avoid it like it’s the plague but unfortunately tonight was a different case.
My parents and older sister were talking about Democrats and Republicans (I started to block them out when that conversation started) and my father turns to me and asks me if a person being a Republican automatically makes them a racist. I looked at him and politely asked if he could leave me out of that conversation because I didn’t want to talk about politics and just wanted to enjoy my dinner. He yelled at me said something about me being a Democrat I’ll admit didn’t care enough to listen to his crazy ass weird lecture.
She meant Cherry Bakewell Tart. They are forever renamed in our home from this day forth. This is the best mis-naming since she declared the Country Park a 'Crunchy Park'. Proper proud.
The last time I saw my brother, he was strung out on drugs, and had been basically homeless for months. I helped him when I could, but I was barely getting by myself. He told me about some of his experiences while drifting place to place. One motel to the next. He mentioned crying at the front desk one time because his card was declined. The woman working the desk took pity on him, and paid for him to stay another night. I wish I could thank her for that kindness. She wasn't the only person that showed him kindness though. He spoke most about a hotel maid that he had bonded with. They both enjoyed spanish soap operas. He watched them for hours in his room. She brought him food. Didn't just drop it off, but sat down and ate a meal with him, a stranger. But he had a way about him, even when he was just a shell...people liked him. And so, a middle-aged Hispanic lady watched soap operas and shared meals with my 26-year old degenerate brother. At a time when most of his own family wouldn't even share a meal with him... He showed me a picture of her on his phone, smiling over a plate of food. He told me they texted each other. I think he told me her name too, but I'm ashamed to say I've forgotten it. He's been gone for years now, but I wonder if she still remembers him. I wonder if she knows how much her kindness meant to him? How much it still means to me now.. Today is his birthday, so I just wanted to share this story for him. Even though he is gone, those random acts of kindness will never be forgotten.
She asked, “Do you want anything to eat, Mr. Bear?”
In my best bear voice, I replied, “No thanks, I’m stuffed.”
And I always tell them that I'm not choosing sides.
