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.
My SIL just left a job like that. It was a wife and husband, and the wife would routinely stiff the warehouse workers and then ghost them, and my sister in law would answer the angry calls from the warehouse and have to pretend like the owners weren't there.
Fucking awful. Small business owners have this tendency to behave like entitled children.
I'm very lucky that my boss is as respectable/considerate a person as I could hope for, but he's incapable of telling clients 'no' so we're completely drowning in the shit.