Just the title. I've been pulling some crazy all-nighters and I'm absolutely exhausted, and I'm remembering a time when I could comfortably say "fuck off" without any mixed feelings. Now I feel some perverse responsibility to kill myself for our project and I kind of hate myself for it.
Yeah, I'm avoiding working at small businesses now, I think. Last one sucked ass and I can't handle some fucking chud owner with $300,000 worth of cars and trucks being too cheap to pay out for a broken bike lock one of his workers mistakenly bolt-cutted and refuses to hire more than the absolute bare minimum of workers. Working nights at Wal-Mart was more relaxing than working there.
I'm very lucky in that my boss is nearly as broke as I am. He didn't pay himself a salary when I first started, which is fucking admirable, but it also means that I'm not really in a position to ask for my value.
If the guy was a prick I would feel less inclined to work my ass off lol