I hate it to the point where I feel sick to my stomach going to work. Every morning is a struggle to get out of bed. I feel extremely anxious on sunday night, knowing that in less than 12 hours I have to go back for another week of hell. Long work hours, horrible boss, grumpy co-workers, salary delays. I look around and feel like crying when I ask myself “IS THIS WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!” But instead of quitting my job, I sit nicely at my desk, getting works done without making a single complaint. I wish I have the courage (and the money) to quit my job and leave behind whatever holds me back.
WTF of the Day: A mannequin hanging from a Las Vegas billboard emblazoned with “Dying For Work” had motorists lighting up 911 switchboards at the crack of dawn this morning — drivers were convinced they were seeing a real person swinging from the rope.
Another billboard in the Las Vegas area read ”Hope You’re Happy Wall St.,” with a second mannequin hanging from the edge.
No one has claimed responsibility for the creepy hangmen, though the website forOccupy Las Vegas applauds the displays, and accuses Nevada lawmakers of slashing social aid programs in the down economy.
“People saying it’s in bad taste are living sheltered lives,” says Sebring Frehner, an Occupy supporter. They ”don’t pay attention to what affects the working class.”