by Monica Kostas (MAS supporter and guest-author)
It’s been a solid three and a half months at least. In the scope of unemployment, it’s not that long of a time period but three and a half months can feel like a lifetime; I’ll even go to the extent of saying that I can’t remember what the routine is like, that I sometimes miss “hanging out” with my co-workers (and by hanging out I mean working and feeling stressed out and getting yelled at by the boss …“together”… awww…?). I may even sometimes miss my supervisor (uff that was hard to type out), but let me explain. She was the most genuine definition of a workaholic, but not the type that works because she’d be cornered into working long hours by the main boss but because she actively offered to stay long nights and come in on weekends. It was always beyond me why she would do this week after week; I could never understand how a human could actively give up nearly their entire life to work a job that wasn’t even that amazing—actually, it was very far from amazing. Maybe she internalized the masochism of our work environment, maybe she thought she deserved all the screaming and yelling from the boss, I don’t know. I figure maybe, she really, really needed the money. Continue reading
