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Basically, my parents and entire family are fat fucks. They are also very wealthy and mom is a turbo-feminist with a chip on her shoulder because a male coworker treated her like shit when she was in her 20s. I asked if they could lay off talking about food for a bit because it was getting on my nerves and I have PTSD (diagnosed, gangrene hurts like a motherfucker and I lived with it for a long time, daily agony and it got worse whenever I ate so I have a weird form of anorexia). They said yes. Next day, I pick up mom from work and she starts talking about food and what to eat. I bite my tongue. Then she gets on the phone with another executive and starts talking about some guy they interviewed who is a soft-spoken little guy and probably gay. The executive she's talking to has gotten all of his kids jobs, mom refuses to get me a job. All of her coworkers have gotten their kids jobs, but I'm not good enough.
Since I was in the hospital for about a month and then out of work for almost a year after the surgery, I'm having great difficulty finding employment due to my education and experience. I asked my old boss for any kind of job, he said no. >not even the mail room?>c'mon anon...you don't wanna work there>I kinda need to>no, you don't
He did write me a very nice letter of recommendation. That's how I got into the PhD program. Can't get a job, so might as well go to the one place the unemployable can go.
I do a lot of mom's work for her, I write nearly all of her reports. The food discussion coupled with her talking about more work I'm going to have to do for somebody else, since I do a lot of the work of her subordinates as well, sent me over the edge. I do a lot of work for other people and I get nothing for it besides a roof over my head. I try to make things easy for other people and they mock me.