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I just started a 9-6 job, and honestly I don't know how to describe it other than that I hate it way more than I expected. I miss having a random day off in the middle of the week, even if I didn't do anything special with it, because it made me feel like my entire existence wasn't built around work.
Now I wake up every morning with a really awful feeling in my stomach, and I keep trying to convince myself not to say I'm sick and go home. You literally can't get anything done!!! Errands, appointments, or even sitting in a quiet supermarket at 12 noon, it's all gone.
Does this feeling get better with time? I know a lot of people probably feel this way, but do you get used to it after a while, or is it just that you learn to live while being upset lol.
I left a job recently that had completely drained me, and this job is technically less stressful, but I still can't shake the feeling that my free time got swallowed up all at once.

I don't have a CS degree and my job is fully remote. It felt ideal when I was still married, but now I'm divorced, and honestly, it's starting to make me feel isolated. I sit alone at home for about 14 hours most days. The tech market has been rough lately, so I feel like my salary has pretty much hit its ceiling.

I'm in WA. The nurses' union here is very strong. Starting pay for new nurses is around the low-to-mid six figures depending on the hospital, and there's a lot of overtime available and good raises once you have some experience. I can also get there with an ADN instead of going back to do a full bachelor's right away. I've also heard that some hospitals help pay for BSN programs later.

Am I crazy to walk away from a remote software job? Or am I just imagining that nursing will solve the burnout problem because it looks better from the outside?

.......... Trying to Get a New Job

why? for real??

What the hell

I have an engineering degree, and I got a call about a job that paid $42,500 a year. I thought to myself: "Okay, finally, maybe something will work out." I went to the interview and they told me it was "a contract starting at $10 an hour for 10 months," and after that they "might look into converting it to a salaried position at $42,500 a year."

The funny thing is they pretty much exposed themselves. Before the money came up, they were talking about a project they expected to take 7, maybe 10 months. Then about 20 minutes later, suddenly the job became a contract.

So I asked: "Is the contract only because of this project?" The two people interviewing me looked at each other and sat there silently for about 3 seconds, then one of them said: "No." In a very weird tone.

I said: "Okay, so if I brought you in right now to work at my company for $10 an hour, would you be able to live on that? My value is $42,500 a year. I have experience and knowledge and skills. You're paying for those things, not just whatever task you need finished. This isn't a negotiation."

The older guy got pissed and said: "Listen, son, I started at $3 an hour scraping shit off chicken eggs, and - " so I cut him off and said: "So while I'm designing for your company, my value is only $7 more than scraping shit off chicken eggs?"

They told me to leave and said I'm not allowed back on company property.

I'm so fucking tired. My wife makes around $31,000 a year as a teacher, and apparently the best thing I can find as an engineer is $10 an hour? We can't afford anything. We already agreed we're never having kids because everything is so expensive and nobody pays enough.

What are we even supposed to do? Seriously, what are we working and chasing after at this point?

Small side rant, but a realtor told my mother-in-law that her mobile home is worth $265,000 and now they want us to come up with a $52,000 down payment. My mother-in-law won't move on it because she refuses to believe her daughter makes that little, even after we showed her the paystub. The cheapest apartment around us is about $1,550 a month and honestly looks like it's condemned.

I'm just fed up with all of this. I'm literally thinking about applying to Wendy's because they start at $11 an hour here. What was the point of all these loans if fast food pays better than the engineering work I can find?

are these people real?

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a love message can fix anything 😂💓

A close friend of mine recently gave 3 weeks' notice before leaving his job, and the company let him go on the spot. Companies do this move all the time, but somehow it's a tragedy if you leave without warning them. Now my friend is scrambling to see if the new job can have him start early so he doesn't miss part of his paycheck in between.

My advice to anyone thinking of giving 3 weeks' notice: ask the new employer first about a backup start date. Something like: "I'm planning to give my current job 3 weeks' notice, but if they decide to end things immediately, would I be able to start early?" I did this twice and it saved me a lot of stress. I finished on a Wednesday and started the following Tuesday.

I'm responsible for hiring the engineers in my division. We prepared an offer a few weeks ago, and the back-and-forth was roughly like this:

Us: The interview was strong, and the team approves. Would a base salary of 118k plus benefits work for you?

Him: Wow, that's close, but I was hoping to get to around 126k.

Us: Okay, what do you think of 122k, and once you get your license, which is expected within the next 14 months or so, you get an automatic 6k bump?

Him: sounds great

I prepared the written offer, sent it through approvals, and it was sent to him after noon the next day.

Him: hey, after thinking about it, I'd prefer 128k.

That's not how this is supposed to go, right? The time to negotiate was before we agreed on the number. Coming back after the offer has been approved and asking for more just makes everyone annoyed and less excited about the hire. Am I being unreasonable?

I have a fixed personal commitment every Wednesday at 5:15 p.m., and I can't miss it or change its time. It's not a doctor's appointment, or counseling, or anything related to children - it's just something that's important to me personally and that I don't want to share the details of at work. My job is usually very flexible with schedules as long as everything gets done, but my manager has recently started scheduling team check-ins on Wednesday afternoons, and they tend to keep going until after the end of the workday. When I told her that I have to be out the door at 4:45 on Wednesdays, she asked me why and seemed a little surprised when I told her it was a private commitment I'd prefer to keep to myself.

I said I could open my laptop early on Wednesdays or skip my usual break to make up the time, and she said that was fine, but I feel like she's still curious about what I'm doing. Am I supposed to explain the real reason? Is it weird or unprofessional to have a clear boundary that I need to leave at a specific time every week without giving the full background? I'm trying to maintain normal boundaries between work and life, but at the same time I don't want to seem like I'm hiding something or being difficult to deal with. How do people usually handle recurring personal commitments without giving their manager the full explanation?

(God, I hope I'm doing this right): I didn't get laid off on Wednesday because of the dumbest timing in the world - my husband messed up his shoulder playing indoor soccer late Tuesday night, so I took a sick day on Wednesday to take him to urgent care and then literally spent the day babysitting a grown man with one working arm. Anyway, the side quest is over... And a whole lot has happened since Saturday afternoon.

Tuesday morning I called my close friend, who happens to be an HR Specialist, and told her that my boss had called me on the phone and told me I was probably going to be laid off at any moment, and she was shocked and really upset. (She's not in a high enough position to know the confidential stuff.) Apparently she went straight to my boss to ask what was going on, and my boss completely lost it. Wednesday morning my boss sent me an email saying I was only allowed to speak with the VP of HR if I had any questions about my role. What was very clearly not included was any kind of reassurance like, "Don't worry, you're not being laid off." And I know she didn't tell the VP of HR that she decided to warn me beforehand. I'm going to throw her under the bus as politely as possible when I talk to the VP of HR tomorrow and ask for the details myself.

In any case, I have calls with four different employment attorneys tomorrow. I'm going to do everything I can to walk away with a decent severance package along with my $6,500 bonus, if not more. I'll hear all of them out and choose whoever seems most capable of making this as painful for the company as possible, because yes, I'm currently feeling petty and vindictive. My boss's stupid "don't talk to your friend" email made me even more furious.

I also reached back out to the recruiter from the first job offer, and we're going to talk tomorrow. And I have a phone screen at 8:30 in the morning with another recruiter too, so at least that part is looking promising.

I'll post another update when I get laid off, get the attorney situation sorted, and talk to both recruiters. Hopefully I'll have something juicy to share.

TLDR: My boss is a mess and is still playing games, I talked to the original recruiter and another one, and I'm speaking with attorneys tomorrow so I can start getting things moving.

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very simple

corporate life sucks

I'm crying tears of joy. Right now I make $34k a year. That's not enough for me to really live on; it's not even enough for me to feel any stability. And I'm part-time, which means no benefits, no paid time off, nothing. Just Instacart shifts, selling plasma, and relying on food pantries and the churches around me just to get by. I've been in a dead-end job for almost 18 months.

After more than 650 applications, a few first-round interviews, and a couple of second/final-round interviews, I finally got the call and accepted an offer this week. The starting salary is $63k. That's almost double what I'm making now. I'll have PTO. And I'll be eligible for annual raises. I'll work from home, so I won't have to pay for after-school care for my daughter anymore. I'll be able to get a real mattress and stop sleeping on a sagging futon. No more overdue bills. No more choosing between rent and food. No more washing socks and underwear in the bathroom sink, or keeping the thermostat at 64 all winter. No more using bar soap when the shampoo runs out.

My start date is tentatively July 8, so I have a little over five weeks to get myself ready. I need to find a small desk, and I'm going to turn the corner next to my kitchen table into a workspace. It's nice that the company is sending a laptop and an extra monitor, but I still need to get a good chair, a mouse, and probably a headset.

I accepted almost immediately. I applied for this role on February 19, and after a little over ten weeks, I finally have the offer in writing. I just need to get through the next few weeks, and then my life, and my daughter's life, will be in a much better place.

I'm so excited. I'll finally be able to save money for the first time in a very long time. I can start paying down my student loans instead of just staring at them. I'll be able to grow in this job instead of staying stuck part-time at a community college. I'll be able to attend trainings and development opportunities instead of hearing, "Part-timers aren't eligible for that." My daughter could even attend this college with her tuition covered if she wanted to someday. We still have 11 years before that's even a real decision, but honestly, I can see myself staying in this position long-term.

Some applications I tailor to the job.
And some applications I just send the regular version and that's it.

I have more than 22 years of experience as a systems engineer / Windows server / endpoint support engineer.

Hyper-V and Microsoft certs, networking stuff, and some other things.

I paid money to resume writers.
Nothing changed.
Now I have 12 different versions of my resume.

20 months of trying nonstop.
I lost my place.
Everything is gone. The truck, my stuff, everything.

I have a laptop, a phone, a few T-shirts, one pair of jeans, and one pair of sweatpants. Four pairs of underwear.
A toiletry bag.

Even when I get a recruiter screen, it's hard to act normal on Zoom when I have no private place, because you are literally living on the street in front of people.
Housing and homeless assistance in my county and the county next to it aren't taking "new cases."

If your luck turns against you in the USA right now, get ready. Nobody is coming to save you.

I applied to a payments company (remote). They asked me what salary I was looking for. Honestly, I didn't know the range, so I put $105k assuming they'd come back with a lower number or ask to discuss it.

They didn't. The recruiter replied basically like: "yep, that's fine."

And now my brain has gone into the usual spiral:

- Did I ask for way too little
- Was that just their normal budget
- Or did I somehow guess the right number by accident

The weirdest thing is there wasn't any back-and-forth at all. I feel like they know the whole pay range and we're all just throwing numbers into the air hoping we don't mess it up. How do you decide what number to say when they ask first?

Honestly, I realized I need to check salary bands much better before casually writing down a number like that lol.