#computer screens all day and im sick of wearing hi vis and hard hats and safety glasses and im sick of corn

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The thing is I feel like if I mentioned how much I got paid youd think I was crazy for wanting a new job. But on the other hand I also feel like if I hate the job as much as I do it really shouldn't matter how much I get paid if it makes me this unhappy

Also searching for jobs is a fucking nightmare. You see positions where you know the qualified candidate would need to pay for college or certification, neither of which is cheap, and the position pays fuckin. $13 $14 an hour, which no one can live on, not even around here where rent is on average $800 a month. Like how is anyone supposed to live independently on $14 an hour? Fuckin. I loved merchandising, it's what kept me at the dollar store as long as I stayed, my primary job was setting new sales displays and I liked it, it let me be a little creative, but a merchandising job only pays like $12, $13. I cant live on that

And I dont want to get a roommate because I have too much shit and am too messy of a person to live with, I'm not going to date a person just for the hope of financial security and I'm not into dating in general anyway as it is, so that typical avenue of security is out

Ugh. Modern life is a nightmare, why do we put up with this shit?