#work things

I thought I would do it for another year while I figured out next steps. But, I encountered another huge ethical conflict yesterday and I just won't budge on it, so I quit. I'm not an idiot--I understand that as a larger organization you inherently have to be more worried about liability and setting an overall standard...you're simply less able to assess things on a case-by-case basis. I work directly with people, though...I'm 100% in it at the individual level, and if I make a choice for a person's safety, I make it for a reason and I don't make a habit of making those kinds of decisions lightly. I don't hate my organization...but I also don't want to get to a place where I do. It's served an amazing purpose for me. I have learned so much, and have been inspired so much by the people I've met that it has shaped who I am and what I want to do long-term.

I am incredibly privileged to be able to walk away; I know that. I have had this conversation with coworkers who feel the same frustrations but can't just walk away from a steady paycheck. I can walk away because I don't need my job for financial reasons. I have mentioned in previous posts, that I check every single box for privilege that exists (except being a man). I get to stand on my principles without the same repercussions that many people would face, and I am grateful for that and hope that I never take it for granted.

But other times we'll get one that's like "the table leg fell off our table, which is really annoying, because for the last 2 months any time we want to eat dinner we have to put it back in place and balance it just right and then hold it there with several dumbells before we can eat."

My guy, you absolutely did not need to do that. You needed to call us and tell us about it. That's literally all you needed to do. The rest is all you.

And others are like "my bed frame makes a squeaking noise when I roll over. This concerns me greatly, because I sleep there every night and I can never be sure that squeak isn't the sound of my bed frame failing structurally, and I might plummet to my unfortunate death at any moment. I consider this to be a grave threat to my personal safety. Please have this addressed immediately!"

Alright buddy, I don't think that's ever happened and probably never will. Your request will be marked as medium priority with all the other annoying furniture.

Or my personal favorite, "hey, our lights burnt out over the semester and so we basically don't have any working lights in our apartment. We're all pretty okay with that, but Ted's mom came to visit and she says we need lights, so I guess if somebody could fix those that'd be great?"