Out here at 3am trying to navigate my new job in the lower middle class. I misunderstood the sick time policy, thinking I had ten days off when I actually only get five. This miscalculation feels crushing especially when disasters strike, like storms damaging our home, yet I have to prioritize work over my family’s safety.
It's disheartening to realize that after putting so much effort into a job, the company seems to only value my next shift. I'm making sacrifices for my family by being absent, grappling with the reality that old friendships have faded. It feels like success has come at a high cost, leaving me in dark times while my children struggle with even basic skills.
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