I take bathroom breaks whenever I like it at work. School is the only place where you have to have o
permission from an authority figure to relieve yourself. Abolish kid prisons.
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.
I take bathroom breaks whenever I like it at work. School is the only place where you have to have o
permission from an authority figure to relieve yourself. Abolish kid prisons.
I work on a production line - in order to take a bathroom break I need someone to break me out and cover for me.
And due to the so-called labor shortage, we’re always short staffed and there’s never anyone available.
Oh say can you seeeee~!
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.
Noone wants to pee anymore
Pretty sure you mean
🎵 Oh say can I pee? My bladder is tight. Soon my bladder will fail lest the urine starts streaming!🎵
When I worked as a waiter I could only take a bathroom break if another waiter could cover me.