His Secrets, My Pain

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Job Bullshit

I’ve had a lot of wild jobs over the years spanning from shitty to decent. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever had a great job. The one I have right now is fucking insane… We’re short staffed all the God damn time and management doesn’t give a fuck about anything except lining their pockets with more and more money.

Sunday for example, the oncall phone number wasn’t working, there was no management on site, no transport to get meals, no peer support, no shift leads and we were extremely short staffed. Meaning not a single one of us was getting lunch for an 11 hour shift or leaving at the 10 hour mark.

My bosses are obsessed with things that don’t fucking matter but don’t care about the things that do. They keep telling us being short staffed isn’t an excuse and that we need to buckle down and get shit done. My bitches….not how this fucking works.

We work with mentally unstable people who are here because they did illegal shit and got arrested. They’re not competent to stand trial so they come here to lessen or drop their charges. I’m not saying that this is a bad place or that the program isn’t cool because they have to do the work to succeed. I am saying that it’s dangerous to stress your staff out this bad and not have our backs.

I’ve seen my fair share of fights and other malarkey since I started this job and it doesn’t feel like it’s getting safer but more dangerous and less worth it for us staff members.

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Welcome to my version of a support group. An anonymous blog about surviving anything wild your life throws at you. This blog is a combination of commentary about women in media, how they relate to real women today, and a memoir of my healing journey after a major life altering event, finding out I’m being cyber stalked, and getting hit with everything and anything a person can be attacked with. I use media and dark humor to help me cope and I love having discussions especially nerdy media debates.

I’m a newly single mom in my 30s, sultry and salty, I have two children and the mouth of a quick witted sailor. What can I say we use fuck like a comma in this house. My story is filled with trauma, pain, what sounds like a grim dark thriller side plot, and funny enough resilience, beauty, love. So what was my solution to the suffering? Create an anonymous blog to share my story and keep my identity secret from my stalker as long as possible.

I want this to be a safe place for the unsafe; the neurodivergent, victims of abuse, sex trafficking, painfully introverted people, those who did their time for their crimes and are still treated like trash, the wrongfully accused with life in prison, innocent with no one believing them and their days of freedom long gone.

That being said, I will be flinging satire and dark humor at you like the abuse my ex so wonderfully shoved down my throat. When you live like I have, the darkness becomes armor the humor an addiction you can’t ween off of, it becomes your coping skill and I don’t know about you, I love it.

This memoir meets commentary is going to be going into some of the media I love the most, the things that feel like they are coming true right now, that I relate to most as a woman on the edge. I think most of the women in child bearing age range can see how the Handmaid’s Tale is becoming a patriarchal wet dream turned reality nightmare with Fascism on the rise.

So I am here, offering a hand to those drowning, feeling alone, saying Welcome to my Freakshow, all are welcome here, as long as we can be respectful of others, no hate speech, no bullying, no soliciting. Feel free to stay anonymous or shout your name from the rooftops. Abusers will be immediately banned, I don’t tolerate that behavior, don’t ruin it for others.

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