When I got my first full time job at the sheet metal factory, I worked my ass off for them, making over 120% production standards most nights. Yet once they realized I was going to Orlando every year during Gay Days, the employer turned cold on me. They started “randomly” drug testing me a lot more often than everybody else there. Then they made it clear to me I would never get promoted there by handing a promotion to a man who advertised he was slacking off a couple of hours every shift on his timesheet.
Ever since then, I stopped caring about being productive for any employer, and that is part of my problem. I need that fire back within myself.
Ever since then, I stopped caring about being productive for any employer, and that is part of my problem. I need that fire back within myself.