Fuck that. You gotta go you gotta go. I worked in a warehouse that tried that, too. No one stopped me from going anytime. They’d grumble about it, but I’d just ask them where they’ve been after they use the bathroom.
Stories change pretty quick when you turn it on them.
Also, jobs that try to pull that stuff aren’t worth it.
Yeah, but there’s this big fucking LCD screen that shows my specific work station’s productivity so I can be tracked second by second and part by part and it’s displayed for everyone to see. My brain worms tell me I have to have green numbers or they’ll kill me (i.e. fire me)
It’s probably just catastrophizing. My brain jumps to the worst possible conclusion - if I get fired I won’t be able to find a job that pays well enough to keep my trailer and then I’ll be homeless, etc. And then I’m a sobbing wreck as I work myself into a panic attack, as one does.
Fuck that. You gotta go you gotta go. I worked in a warehouse that tried that, too. No one stopped me from going anytime. They’d grumble about it, but I’d just ask them where they’ve been after they use the bathroom.
Stories change pretty quick when you turn it on them.
Also, jobs that try to pull that stuff aren’t worth it.
Yeah, but there’s this big fucking LCD screen that shows my specific work station’s productivity so I can be tracked second by second and part by part and it’s displayed for everyone to see. My brain worms tell me I have to have green numbers or they’ll kill me (i.e. fire me)
You need to help yourself if you’re for real
It’s probably just catastrophizing. My brain jumps to the worst possible conclusion - if I get fired I won’t be able to find a job that pays well enough to keep my trailer and then I’ll be homeless, etc. And then I’m a sobbing wreck as I work myself into a panic attack, as one does.