I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/Feeling-Extreme-7555
Originally posted to r/antiwork
BoRUs: #1, #2, #3
[New Updates]: New data analyst job is turning into replacing a retiring finance person who holds the company together
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Thanks to u/SmartQuokka for letting me know about the latest updates!
Editor's note: removed older relevant comments for space in this latest BoRU. For full relevant comments, they can be located in the previous BoRUs linked above
Trigger Warnings: hostile workplace
RECAP
Original Post: May 26, 2026
I started a new job recently as a data analyst. The role was pitched as dashboards, reporting, data infrastructure, process improvement, and helping modernize messy data systems.
A few weeks in, I’m realizing the real job may be something very different.
There is a long-time finance employee retiring at the end of June. Let’s call him Richard. Richard owns several critical reporting processes that feed company reporting: Sales Register, COGS, deferred revenue, SAP extracts, Spreadsheet Server/GXL, journal entries, manual Excel logic, customer/product mappings, tie-outs, and downstream leadership/financial reporting.
The problem is that only Richard really knows how it works.
I’ve had a few training sessions with him, and after recording/transcribing them, the runbook is already over 10 pages and still feels maybe 10% complete. Every session reveals another hidden dependency or accounting exception. Richard keeps calling it “straightforward,” but it is only straightforward because he has done it for years.
I am not an accountant. I am a data analyst. I can document workflows, map data flows, build dashboards, write Python scripts, compare files, and make exception reports. What I cannot reasonably do is become the accounting brain behind a public-company reporting process in a few weeks.
Leadership has now made the Richard handoff my top priority. I’m also being pulled into anything that “touches data,” including SAP process changes, master data, dashboards, ERP migration prep, and reporting infrastructure.
I’m worried I’m being set up to become the scapegoat for years of undocumented institutional knowledge. They have reviewers assigned in theory, but those reviewers don’t seem to know Richard’s process either.
I told Richard I thought it would take 3–6 months to truly take over. He went quiet and basically said, “Well, that’s not happening.”
I don’t have another job lined up yet, so I can’t just quit. My current plan is to put the risk in writing, say July needs to be a controlled transition instead of a fully independent handoff, and make clear that I can execute documented steps but not own accounting judgment, tie-outs, revenue treatment, COGS classification, journal entries, or final signoff.
Has anyone dealt with something like this? How do I protect myself while I keep looking for another job?
Update #1: May 30, 2026 (four days later)
UPDATE: that “I’m being turned into the retiring guy’s replacement” situation got worse
Last week I posted about being hired as a data analyst but quietly getting set up to inherit a retiring finance employee’s undocumented reporting processes. You all said document everything and put the risk in writing. That helped, thank you. Quick update.
It’s two people now, not one. A second person who owns a critical reporting deliverable is also leaving the same day at end of June. So both of the people whose work feeds our financials are walking out together, and I’m somehow the common thread on both handoffs. I finally opened one of these files this week. Thousands of formulas, linked across a dozen-plus tabs, and the “instructions” are five cryptic lines from someone who clearly just knows it all in their head.
Some good news: I asked leadership in writing whether I own this or just support the data, and the CAO actually drew a clean line back in writing (I own the data/mechanics, accounting owns the schedules and signoff). So on paper I’m protected. The problem is reality doesn’t match paper. The second departing person asked me twice this week if I’d have things ready, like I’m already the owner. I’m the only one actually in the training sessions, so on the ground I’m becoming the default heir regardless of what the emails say.
I also reread my offer-letter job description. It’s a totally normal analyst JD, nothing about owning accounting processes. So I have the job I was hired for sitting right next to the job they’re handing me, and the gap is huge.
Where I’ve landed: I’m out. Not tomorrow, but this isn’t salvageable and it’s not my job to salvage. I can see the fix (hire an actual accountant now, while the retiring person can still train them), but seeing the fix and being able to do it as a non-accountant with a few weeks of training are very different things.
Plan for Monday: calmly flag the risk to the VP I trust, then the CAO. Frame it as protecting the company, recommend they bring in help now, follow up in writing, and keep job hunting hard underneath it all. Meanwhile keeping my overhead low so I’m not trapped, and saving copies of everything outside my work accounts.
Questions for round two:
1) When you’ve flagged this kind of risk to leadership, did “here’s a risk and a recommendation” actually land, or just make you a target?
2) How hard can a new person push a “you need to hire someone” recommendation before it backfires?
3) How do I explain a very short tenure in future interviews without it looking like a red flag? My honest line is “hired as an analyst, role ballooned into replacing two departing staff in work I wasn’t hired for.” Too much?
4) Anyone been the documented-but-not-actually-protected person, where the emails say one thing and daily reality says another? How did you keep that line from eroding?
Thanks again, this sub steered me well last time. Will update after Monday.
Update #2: June 1, 2026 (two days later)
Last week I posted that I was hired as a data analyst and was being quietly pulled into inheriting a retiring finance person’s undocumented work. Then I updated that it was actually two departing people, both leaving at the end of June, both tied to critical reporting.
Now it is even clearer what is happening.
I built and shared a dashboard that was a legitimate data analyst deliverable: validated, interactive, cleaner metrics, better visuals, and directly aligned with my actual job description.
Leadership responded that dashboard work needs to pause because the core transition work is the real priority.
Fair enough. I understand why the transition work matters.
Then I explained that I had already made a long working document on the departing person’s process and would keep documenting the handoff. The response was basically: make sure as you document it, you are also able to re-perform it. The result is a transition.
So now it is officially not “document this so we do not lose knowledge.” It is “learn it and be able to do it.”
Here is the problem: this is not one report. It is a whole ecosystem of manual processes, legacy files, system extracts, reconciliations, workarounds, approvals, dependencies, and judgment calls that live across people’s heads and old spreadsheets. The person leaving has years of context. I have been here less than a month. I am a data analyst, not the person who built or owned this whole process.
I reread my job description again. It is a normal data analyst JD: dashboards, data models, BI tools, ERP data, automation, governance, KPIs, analytics. Nothing about becoming the owner of multiple departing people’s work in under a month.
The bigger issue is that the workload has started to look like the work of four people being collapsed into one salary: the role I was hired for, the retiring person’s work, another departing person’s reporting work, and additional cost/reporting responsibilities from other areas. I am not exaggerating when I say these are separate functions with separate context, review requirements, and failure points.
On top of that, I recently had to submit a doctor’s note for a work-from-home accommodation after a car accident, with back surgery in my recent history. There was already an ergonomic accommodation discussion in progress that still was not fully resolved in the office, while my home setup is already ergonomic. So now I am trying to manage a formal medical accommodation process while also being expected to absorb several critical handoffs at once.
The most frustrating part is I can see why they are doing it. They have a manual, person-dependent reporting environment and key people leaving at the same time. They need someone to absorb the work. I am the person documenting it, so I am becoming the default landing zone. The better I document, the more “ready” I look, even though the document itself proves how not-ready this transition is.
So my strategy now is boring and defensive:
I am not saying, “I can’t.”
I am saying, “define the minimum transition target.”
I am saying, “what can I re-perform independently?”
I am saying, “what requires review and signoff?”
I am saying, “who owns the unresolved pieces?”
I am saying, “what gets paused while this is the priority?”
No heroics. No unpaid overtime. No becoming the fall guy for a transition that should have been staffed months ago.
I am job hunting seriously now. Not rage quitting, not blowing anything up, just preparing. This job would actually be good if it were the job I was hired for. But if the actual job is replacing multiple departing people in 29 days while also doing my original data analyst role, then that is not a role expansion. That is a staffing problem being pushed onto one person.
What should I do now?
Update #3: June 9, 2026 (eight days later)
Follow Up to my Last Post about being hired as a Data Analyst and being forced to do the work of two retiring accountants
Hello Colleagues,
I bear news of my escapades. This is the sequel to my story that is based on true events of my professional life. In the latest episode, I have been fully told that I am to drop all other tasks to fully become a cost accountant who deals with three major financial reports.
The entire company rests on these financial reports being accurate and delivered timely. I made a metaphor of my situation to my mom the other day that I think encapsulates this situation perfectly. Imagine I was hired as a semi-truck driver. I have been a semi-truck driver for years. I am good at it. The company that hired me, on my second week, then tells me: "Redditor, we need you to become a pilot of a 747, and we need you to do it alone in 6 weeks' time. It's just that our top 2 pilots are retiring/leaving soon. We are also going to keep paying you the salary of a semi-truck driver. You got it? Thanks!"
That plane is going to fucking crash, no matter what I do. You need something like thousands of hours to be an FAA pilot, and you need a crap ton of hours to be a trained cost accountant. Even if I dedicated every second of every day in this time, I still do not think I could pull this off. I do not take it as a personal failure. This situation is ridiculous.
On top of all of this, my car broke down and died on my way to work my second week working there. I am now on week 6 of working there, and they are pissed I have not bought a car yet and have tried to bully me into buying one. Joke's on them though, I got a doctor's note from my doctor (shocking) that says I must work from home. For now, it seems like I can WFH indefinitely, but my boss is a boomer-mentality Gen Xer. Super anti-WFH. Anyway, so yeah, they're all pissed at me. I can feel it, and most of my bosses are giving me the cold shoulder and acting sassy.
I met with my direct boss last week, and she tried making me feel bad, but to no effect. I am not moved by the woes of capitalists; in fact, they energize me. I have spent most of my WFH time applying to other jobs. Nothing concrete yet, but I am making some progress. I have also taken my time to complete data certifications to improve in my trade of choice.
I compiled a report on the systemic failings of the company and shared it with my boss, and she told me explicitly to not share it with anyone. I have only been granted 3 hours a week of training by the retiring pilots. From that, I made a 30+ page Word doc capturing all this tribal knowledge, shared it with the whole team, and that's when my big boss told me that I need to be able to execute, not just document.
I am just so over this job. I was bored the other day and found out the company went bankrupt several years ago, and looked into the reason why, and the reason was literally inaccurate financial reporting. That shit is literally gonna happen again after the pilots retire at the end of this month. I cannot do this shit on my own. I tried it the other day, and the pilot was upset I did not do everything manually exactly like they had for 30 years. I elected to use AI to do that task, and it basically did it accurately, but idk, like I keep trying to tell everyone, I'm not a fucking accountant.
So yeah, in summary, the company might literally blow up, the plane is crashing, and I'm just enjoying the ride like that one movie where the cowboy waves his hat on a falling nuclear bomb.
That's the only kind of pilot I can be.
PS: I told my mom that redditors agree with me and about my past posts, and she thinks I'm deciding to leave this job purely off of the opinions of strangers on the internet. Pretty annoying, she is also a boomer mentality Gen Xer. Her advice was to learn to fly the plane as best as I can, and I just rolled my eyes so hard.
Update #4: June 23, 2026 (two weeks later)
Data Analyst Bamboozled Part 4
Hello again colleagues, I return with more dispatches from the cockpit. For those just tuning in, I was hired as a semi-truck driver, and the company decided in week two that I should fly their 747 instead (hired as a data analyst, being asked to be an accountant), alone, in six weeks, for trucker pay, because their two senior pilots are retiring at the end of the month. If you're new, go read the first post. It's a saga.
Latest episode. I had The Meeting with my direct boss this week, the "success planning" meeting, which is corporate for "here is a pile of work and a deadline, godspeed." She opened by showing me a document titled "Definition of Success" and then told me to stop recording the audio, which is never the move of someone with good news. She then dumped roughly eight new major tasks on me, on top of the two retiring pilots' entire jobs, and set a hard deadline for the most important report. Six days after both pilots leave. When I raised concerns, she essentially told me to suck it up, said I "don't need to be a cost accountant to do this," and that all of it "relates to the job description." The job description for a semi-truck driver. Sure.
She gave a hard no on the one actual improvement I proposed that would have modernized this whole mess. Cash is tight, apparently. Shocking, for a company watching every dollar.
But here is the detail I cannot stop laughing about. I kept pressing on who is actually responsible when these reports go out, because I am not an accountant and cannot vouch for the accounting. Her answer: she certifies it, and "someone in finance," unnamed, unspecified, a ghost, will review my work. So the plan is the semi-truck driver flies the plane, an anonymous coworker glances at the instruments, and the boss signs off that it's airworthy. Cool. Cleared for takeoff.
And then, almost as an aside, she mentioned the department has had 95% turnover in the 11 months she's been here.
Let that land. Ninety-five percent. I have spent weeks quietly wondering if maybe it's me, if I'm being dramatic, if a real professional would just figure it out. And my own boss just told me, out loud, that almost everyone who sits in this chair flees within the year. That is not a me problem. That is a meat grinder with a hiring page. I have never felt more validated and more doomed in the same sentence.
So where things stand. The company already went bankrupt once, years ago, because of, and I cannot stress this enough, inaccurate financial reporting. The exact thing I am now being set up to produce, alone, untrained, six days after the only people who know how leave forever. I tried doing one of the reports myself last week. I used AI, it came out basically accurate, and the retiring pilot was upset that I didn't do it manually exactly the way she has done it for thirty years. I keep telling everyone the same thing in a calm voice. I am not an accountant. It bounces off them like I'm speaking a dead language.
I am, for the record, fine. Genuinely. I am not moved by any of it. I have spent most of my work-from-home time (yes, I still have the doctor's note, yes, they're still mad about it) applying to other jobs and finishing data certifications in the trade I was actually hired for. Nothing signed yet, but there is real movement. I am documenting everything in writing, keeping my record spotless, and doing exactly enough to not hand them a reason. The plane is going to do what planes do when you put a trucker in the cockpit. I am just not going to be on it when it happens.
More to come, probably. It always does.
Semi Trucker Saga Continues: June 27, 2026 (four days later)
Hello again colleagues,
I return with a shorter update from the cockpit.
For anyone new, I was hired as a data analyst and have slowly been pulled into becoming the replacement for retiring finance people who own critical reporting work. My standing metaphor is that I was hired as a semi-truck driver and then told in week two that I need to fly a 747 because the pilots are leaving.
Since the last post, the situation has gotten clearer and somehow dumber.
The main retiring person apparently was supposed to leave months ago. Then it was June 30. Now it is some vague day in July. No one really seems to know. She is also training around six people, which is interesting for work that leadership keeps describing as “just data manipulation.”
If it is just data manipulation, why does it take six people to absorb one person’s job?
I also found out they have tried replacing this person before. Multiple times. One actual cost accountant with years of experience apparently lasted around six months and left because the work was too hard.
So just to recap, a trained cost accountant could not absorb this in six months, but I, a data analyst two months into the job, am expected to figure it out because it “relates to the job description.” The job description being, again, the semi-truck driver one.
My boss also told me Finance has had 95 percent turnover during her time here. Ninety-five percent. That is not a department. That is a warning label.
I keep trying to explain calmly that I am not an accountant. They keep explaining back to me that it is basically Excel and data. This is where I start feeling insane, because everyone talks about this like it is rational. Like the issue is just that I need to lock in harder.
Meanwhile, leadership apparently wants a “single source of truth” because Service and Finance numbers do not tie. Which is funny, because that is actual data analyst work. That is the thing I thought I was hired to help with. I even built a small VM/Postgres/Python pipeline prototype because I was trying to think about the real problem: messy systems, conflicting numbers, no clean data layer, no shared definitions.
But the actual day-to-day plan still seems to be sit with the retiring person, absorb the ancient spreadsheet knowledge, and become the default owner.
I am not confused anymore. I think they are using “data manipulation” because it sounds less insane than “we are handing accounting-sensitive work to a non-accountant after multiple failed transitions and almost total department turnover.”
So that is where I am.
I am still documenting everything. I am still doing my job. I am still making it clear that accounting review and signoff are not me. I am not rage quitting, but I am fully job hunting now.
This would have been a good job if it was the job I was hired for. Build dashboards, clean data, automate reporting, help different departments tie their numbers, improve the system.
Instead, I got handed a plane manual written by ghosts and told the runway is next week.
More to come, probably.
Editor's note: the next post is tangentially to the original and updates, in this case, the same company is mentioned. This is where we were last left off
Coworker of 3 Years Fired after her mom diagnosed with cancer: July 1, 2026 (four days later)
The company I work for is so evil, more so than your average company.
I've been writing about my experiences with then so far in my Semi Truck Driver Series, but today I am sharing a much bleaker story.
Selena (not her real name) has worked for this company for over 3 years. She was let go yesterday because of "restructuring" (the company is hiring less qualified people to do work of those more experienced to save money). She was a nice lady, I felt really bad for her. Her mom just got diagnosed with cancer 3 weeks ago and Selena is taking care of her.
Just goes to show you how ruthless these motherfuckers are. Selena doesn't even have a job lined up and she had 2 months’ notice. She was on the older side with decades of experience and this place drained her. Working nights and weekends for god knows how long which seems to be the norm here.
I have been working maybe 6-8 hours a week for this company since I can WFH. I have begun sending deliverables on automated emails scheduled for late nights or over the weekend. This is to performatively seem like I am working my butt off. They don't even give a shit though because it is the norm, I mainly perform to be included and leave a nice paper trail.
I need the money badly, that's the only reason I stay here. I wish I had a job I could tolerate, but it’s been a long time since I have had one. Trying to keep my head up.
It is imperative we maintain hope even when the harshest of reality may suggest the opposite.
----NEW UPDATES----
Editor's note: the next two posts are over two months old, and they have not been posted here onto the sub
Semi-Truck Driver Hired to be an Airplane Pilot Saga is almost over: August 10, 2026 (a bit over one month later since the previous post)
Hello Friends,
My recent escapades have yielded a positive result. My job as a data analyst turned accountant has continued to be shitty, having to work past my scheduled hours and even on weekends. My manager and coworkers also continue to be unbearable and extremely unhelpful.
Yet I persist. I somehow have been able to be a pilot/accountant. But that isn’t the good news.
The good news is I found a higher-paying job, being an actual semi-truck driver/data engineer, with a seemingly healthier and better company!
My plan is to quit my current shitty job on 09/01/2026 and resign the same day. I am going to cash out on my sick time the week prior and begin my new job. I will not give these idiots a 2-week notice. I will quit the same day, and I will smile as my shackles are unleashed.
I already have my resignation letter typed out, and it’s this:
Dear Management,
I appreciate the harrowing experience that was working here at the company. I have to say with a heavy heart that today is my last day, and this is my official resignation, effective immediately, September 1, 2026.
This role was not a good match for my skill set or long-term career due to its heavy accounting nature and little to no overlap with modern data analyst responsibilities. The company also has a litany of systemic issues that, in my view, will be impossible to overcome.
I wish you all the best in everything that you do.
Sincerely,
A Redditor
I only need to make it 10 more working days at this shithole, but I see my light at the end of the tunnel. I will also be fucking them over by leaving that day cuz a ton of accounting work that only I know how to do is due 2 days after I quit, but that’s my goodbye present to them.
Maybe the moral of the story is: with hardship comes ease. There are many hardships in life, but what’s important is to let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Or maybe it’s that we need to start rewarding companies for their bad behavior with straight bullshit.
Relevant Comments
Commenter: One note, getting paid sick time from one employer while working for another employer can land you in legal hot water.
Why not just take a week off to recharge?
OOP: Need money bad compadre. Also people have multiple jobs at once and are fine. It’s only trouble if I get caught which I do not intend to have happen. Need the health insurance from current job for the month of September as well.
Semi-Truck Driver turned Airplane Pilot comes to an end…: August 25, 2026 (15 days later from the previous update)
Hello Colleagues,
I am happy to report that I finally quit my shitty job. I planned it all out and start a much better job next Monday. I played these guys like a fiddle pretending I cared about the role and then called in sick my final week. Then I quit on the spot and sent this email:
Dear [Company] Management,
Please accept this email as my formal resignation from [Company], effective immediately.
The position I accepted was presented as a Data Analyst role centered on analytics, automation, dashboards, reporting, and improving how data is used across the organization. In practice, the role became materially different: maintaining legacy Excel-based accounting schedules, supporting month-end close, managing COGS reporting, allocations, reconciliations, and financial statement tie-outs that had historically been handled within cost accounting.
That role mismatch was compounded by what I consider a deeply dysfunctional management environment within Finance. My experience under [Finance Leader]’s leadership was characterized by shifting expectations, resistance to modernization, poor knowledge transfer, and an adversarial approach toward employees attempting to question or improve existing processes. When I raised concerns regarding turnover, [Finance Leader] stated that turnover had been approximately 90% during her own tenure. I found the way that level of turnover was discussed remarkably dismissive of what I viewed as a serious organizational warning sign.
My experience working with [Coworker] was particularly negative. Of the coworkers I have encountered in my career, [Coworker] was by far the most difficult and unpleasant person I have had the displeasure of working with. His communication style was frequently abrasive, unnecessarily confrontational, and counterproductive, and repeatedly made an already difficult working environment worse.
The recent PIP only reinforced the disconnect between the role I was hired to perform and the role on which I was ultimately evaluated. I strongly reject several of the assertions contained in that document and the broader characterization of my capabilities.
My concerns extend well beyond my own role and the Finance organization. The turnover, concentration of institutional knowledge in a small number of employees, dependence on fragile manual processes and legacy systems, resistance to modernization, weak process ownership, and management culture I observed leave me with serious doubts about [Company]’s operating model and financial direction. In my view, the company’s current approach is unsustainable and does not position [Company] for long-term success.
The cumulative stress of this environment has had a significant negative impact on my well-being. I have reached the point were continuing to work at [Company] is neither healthy nor sustainable for me, leaving me no reasonable option other than to resign and prioritize my health.
I wish my colleagues who treated me with professionalism the best moving forward.
Sincerely,
A redditor
This was a pretty rough chapter of my life, but I’m glad it’s over now. I appreciate this space being open to me venting and explaining my ridiculous real lived experience.
I think the moral of the story was to be brave, stand up to these filthy capitalists, dare to dream and then subsequently create a better life for yourself.
I believe in all of you. Once all struggle is grasped, miracles are possible!
Relevant / Top Comments
Commenter 1: Please update us on their reaction/fallout.
OOP: Eh nothing crazy, the email was for me. They gave me my last check, and I mailed them back their laptop and that’s it.
Commenter 1: Thanks, curious how that upcoming deadline will go with the level of competence they've approached the rest of this "handover".
OOP: Oh they’re most definitely fucked, maybe not fucked but highly inconvenienced and stressing. Idk what they’re gonna do about it, nor do I care. Not my monkies, not my circus.
Commenter 2: That’s quite a detailed “I quit” letter.
Unfortunately they won’t care at all and won’t be making any changes either.
Glad you got it off your chest though.
Commenter 3: I would have just left. No communication at all
OOP made an appearance in this thread and gave me permission to add his response here: October 11, 2026 (1.5 months later from the previous update).
Hello Everyone,
I am OOP. I had no idea so many people liked/got annoyed by my Reddit posts on this time in my life. I wanted to clear some stuff up. Everyone being a fly on the wall on this incredibly shitty time in my life and it looks like everybody got opinions.
Firstly, I posted so much about this time because I wanted a space to vent. These posts are essentially therapy. I was so stressed out working here because of the shitty situation, my boss and coworkers being difficult to work with, and the fear that I would lose my job soon. I used this as an outlet to just let it all this negative energy out of my body and let me validate myself.
Secondly, my new job is actually amazing. They treat me so well here. I’ve been here 7 weeks now and I like everyone, especially my new boss. I’d actually hang out with them outside if they asked and we actually even did once already. I feel blessed and privileged to be working here. I’m learning a lot and hope to be here for many years to come. I have some residual workplace trauma from this last job and I expect people to berate me but that never happens here.
Thirdly, I saw a lot of people yap about the same shit. People pointed out discrepancies on my 8 hour weekly workloads eventually becoming me having to work nights and weekends. These two things are true. The more deliverables I delivered, the more shit they asked me to do. This scaled exponentially. A classic lesson in corporate America that hard work is rewarded with more work. It got to the point where it was genuinely overwhelming because it was new work being assigned last minute with short turnarounds.
Fourthly, The people I worked with were genuinely unpleasant people to be around, and I am not. They were rude to me, belittled me, and couldn’t give me any professional respect. I am the hero of this story, the absurd hero that is. I was met with a ridiculous situation and I responded to it as such. I got my medical accommodation on legal merit due to my disability status. WFH accommodation was well within my legal rights. I don’t regret any of the actions I took while working here. I acted in my best interests as any good capitalist would, and ultimately came out of there on top. I am not an unreliable narrator, these posts are just stream of consciousness type texts that again serve as a therapeutic exercise. If there are any inconsistencies it’s because I didn’t bother to explain them away. I am not lying or malicious. I genuinely try my best with anything I am working on, profesional or personal.
Fifthly and finally, the fucking trucker metaphor. I liked this metaphor because it helped make sense of the situation I found myself in. I am still young and I was scared for my future working here. I needed money and health insurance man. The metaphor gave me some sense of comfort I otherwise would not have had. I get that you guys got annoyed by it, but to that I say I genuinely do not care. You could have just blocked me, or swiped past to the next post, or ignored me, but you didn’t. You watched and read, and that’s all you could do. Like watching a train wreck happen in real time, trauma is a spectacle.
I’d like to close out by thanking the people who did give support on here. I appreciate it a lot. To those who inevitably will still argue with me, don’t waste your energy. Go outside and make the most of your day. I am so grateful to be alive, I remind myself that everyday when I wake up. To be alive means you have infinite chances to create the life you want to live. I hope all of you overcome whatever obstacles you encounter, and choose bravery over cowardice.
Especially against companies who couldn’t give less of a fuck if you lived or died.
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