Trash Prince

This could be the most important post I’ve ever shared. Please Share it with anyone who is or might be going through this terrible disease.

Burnt me at the stake, you thought I was a witch. Centuries ago, now you just call me a bitch. Mother nature’s dying, nobody’s keeping score. I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore.

I asked him what I meant. Like I point blank said “Are you saying I don’t work enough overtime?”

“…no,” he said, since we got in trouble if we worked OT. It was treated as a moral failing on our parts.

“So are you saying I should be working for free?” I asked. This is a trap question. It was a corporate job. Which meant he actually was limited in the shit he could pull.

“….no,” he grudgingly replied.

“So what is the problem?” I asked. And he had to admit that, technically, I had done nothing wrong.

But he tried to guilt me over LIKING TO GO HOME AT THE END OF THE DAY. After each 8-10 hour shift where I was allowed ZERO breaks, despite the law requiring I get a minimum of 15 minutes every 4 hours.

He also got pissed off that I was very open with telling people I had given my notice. I didn’t bad mouth the place. I wasn’t negative. I was just open that, yes, I was moving and had therefor quit.

I’m dead serious; people are dropping dead like flies because of overwork. 

I never thought I’d be able to do any of this stuff. But I can. Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before, I hope you do now. ‘Cause I’m Spider-Man. And I’m not the only one. Not by a long shot.