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So last week I broke my wrist. I naively thought work would cover my wages because I am full-time, have full benefits, and work for a fortune whatever company. It's a fucking grocery store.

Turns out I have to submit a form to get paid. No one told me this, so I did not get paid today. I was going to be late on rent because I don't make enough, but now I don't think I can make rent at all. I'm so close to just getting in contact with some travelers I know and checking out. I gave it a go right? But I don't want to. I want to live a quiet life with a little apartment, no kids. Just let me have a studio and a fulfilling job.

I take a lot of pride in my work. It's simple. I'm a produce clerk. But I work for a big company, and they do as they do. Nothing is good enough. Nothing we do is good enough. So my pride is gone. I come in, work, go home. I do not care. I wanted to be management. No way in hell.

I'm exhausted, comrades. I don't know what to do.