💾 R.A.B.B. Entry #052 — “I Can’t Even Scratch My Sanity Right in This Job, Fam”

21 Jun, 2025

A R.A.B.B. Entry in Disguise

There’s a level of frustration at work that goes beyond annoying. It’s not just about bad managers. It’s not even about underpaid hours.

It’s when your entire body starts rebelling— and you realize:

“I can’t even scratch my sanity right in this job, fam.”

That was the line. Said out loud. To two coworkers. Dead serious.

Because when the tasks pile up, the pressure never stops, and the department manager (affectionately renamed Dill Weed) keeps micro-managing like it’s their personal Olympics—

You reach that breaking point.

Not dramatic. Not loud. Just that calm, final realization:

“I’m not even allowed to exist comfortably in this place.”

And if a job doesn’t let you breathe, think, or move without judgment?

It’s not employment. It’s containment.

This isn’t just a vent. It’s a public service announcement.

Let them know:

If you can't exist without discomfort, you don't owe that job your peace. Or your silence.

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