Relatable Thoughts

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Have you ever stayed at a job because you work with one really cool person and you know if that person wasn’t there you would have left a long time ago? And you have absolutely no reason to keep in contact with this person if you left because he’s your dad’s age? You love what you do but only if it’s with this one particular person. Maybe it’s just me, but I work with a really cool guy, who happens to have an identical work mentality as me, which is a strong one and is hard to come by these days.

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I’m exhausted, and I could cry. I could literally cry over spilled milk, but I won’t. I don’t have time. I know that sounds insane but you don’t know how much sleep my body requires after crying. I have to go to work. I don’t have time for eight hours of sleep as it is. Let alone need twelve plus to regenerate the energy lost because I let myself cry.

My body hurts, but I’ve learned to accept it. Sometimes the pain alone, can cause tears to roll down my cheeks but I breathe it out. I curl myself into the pain, I’m sure it’ll pass. If I miss just one day of work right now it will throw off everything. I’ve figured it all out but there’s no room for error, no room for lost income.

It’ll be okay, everything will be okay. “This too shall pass”, it always does. Thats always been my motto and it always works out, so why should this time be any different. It’ll be okay.

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Forever going to be stuck in the mentality that working at a factory isn’t enough. That working 40 hour sometimes more weeks, at a good paying factory, with benefits, will never be enough.

Forever going to be stuck thinking that I didn’t go to college, so I’ll never equate to anything worthy enough of working a “real” job.

If you’ve ever worked a production line in a factory, you’ll know about the consistency, and the experience of having the same shifts over and over, again. It’s repetitive, it’s routine, it becomes clock work, in theory you could do it in your sleep. It’s physically demanding, there’s not a muscle not being worked. It’s hard on your hands, feet and back, but it’s also so rewarding. To go home at the end of the shift, being able to feel the effort that was put in. It’s enough to live a happy, comfortable life. It just sucks that when someone asks what you do, and you say “I’m a production worker or machine operator at a factory” their face says it all. Because why do I feel ashamed that I work at a factory, that I’m beyond content working at a factory. That doesn’t seem right to me.

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At the end of the day I’m just another employee number to put through the system, at the end of the week I’m just another person to pay, and at the end of the day you’re going to go home and forget that I told you about the hazards and broken fixtures and I’m going home to pray that no one gets hurt because of something that was preventable.

As an Ontario worker, we have rights. We have the right to a safe working environment, and we have the right to refuse unsafe work, without any punishment or retaliation. I fear not enough people know about this, or are afraid to use their rights.

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I write because sometimes when I get done work and I’m sitting alone and everything is quiet that’s when my mind is the loudest. My mind is loud and my heart starts to race. It feels heavy. My chest gets tight. My hands start to shake. I can feel so satisfied with the work I’ve done that day and still sit here feeling lost. As if I have no purpose other than going to work. I’ve always been like that though. Work to live and live to work.

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Starting the year so broke you have to use your Christmas money to buy your meds.

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All of the leaves have been replaced with ice, and the grass replaced with snow. The lights have been hung and the gifts have been bought. The plans have been made. And there’s a cold feeling, from your head to your toes and you don’t feel joy and you don’t feel merry. There’s a lonely feeling, even gathered with your loved ones. The ice has taken over your body, freezing your thoughts, numbing everything. And you fall into a dark spot, you hide in your house away from the light, away from the cheer, away from the cold. And you won’t come out until the ice begins to melt and the buds begin to bloom and the snow fades away and the grass can be seen.

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I want to scream. I want to scream at the people who don’t know better than to keep their hurtful opinions to themselves. I want to scream at the people who think they have a right to call trans people weird and saying they prefer normal things. You know what if you prefer cis people that’s fine, whatever but don’t go around calling trans people weird or saying they’re not normal. There are people who you probably wouldn’t even know are trans, there are people who have family and friends that are trans, there are people questioning who they are and you never know what those comments can do to a person. I’m not asking you to be supportive of something you don’t agree with, all I’m saying is you need to realize that your words have power and that power could be the thing that takes someone right over the edge.

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Why is working hard such a bad thing? I don’t do it for anything. I don’t do it to get credit. I do it because I’m at work and I get paid to put in my best effort. I go to work everyday because I want to work, and if I know I did everything I could to try to hit the target then I’m gonna go home feeling a sense of accomplishment. But what really sucks is being told no one wants to work with you, or that you shouldn’t work so hard, because now instead of feeling a sense of accomplishment when I go home. I feel like shit because no one wants to work with me because I “work too hard.” I’m not an asshole, I’m not heartless, if you need me to slow down because you’re not able to keep up. That’s okay. I just need you to communicate that with me, I’ll slow it down, I’ll help you out, whatever you need. I’m not writing this to toot my own horn. I’m writing this because I’m genuinely hurt. I thought I was a decent guy to work with. I don’t want to make friends. I just want to feel like part of a team.

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I just went to Niagara Falls ON, for the first time as an adult. My wife and I went and ventured many things. It was her first time there. We had an incredible time, it was something I’ve wanted to do with her since finding out she had never been. It’s quite the experience really. It’s a whole world of its own tucked into a town in a province in a country. The lights, the noises, the people, and just everything is something you can’t explain to someone. They have to feel it to understand. The falls will never not take my breath away, and experiencing the tunnels underneath and behind the falls will always be the coolest feeling to me. It always makes me take a minute to think about how lucky we are to have this kind of Natural Beauty in the palm of our hands. Which always leads to me thinking about why people litter and trash a beautiful city the way they do, why is it so hard to throw your trash away in the garbage cans at every corner. Why is it so easy for so many people to be rude to waitresses and cashiers, or throw disses at people just because they are different? Why do we live in a world where negativity is easier than positivity? Why is it more shocking when someone is nice than when they are rude? Why is this the kind of world we live in? When with just the matter of a few nice words, a smile or a kind gesture you can make someone’s day just a little bit better.

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Beautiful little Poem by Nikita Gill.

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The moods wash through me like a wave washes over the tide on a windy day. Sad, worried, sad, stressed,irritated, angry. They rush in quick, getting stronger until it crashes into a ripple of water and bubbles. Dissipating before anything can truly be felt.

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A job is a job. I’ll say it again. A job is a job. Working shift work at a factory is a job, working part time at a fast food chain is a job, working at a grocery store is a job. Starting your own small business is a job, lawn care is a job, cleaning/sanitation is a job. I don’t care what anyone says. If you have somewhere you go to make some cash, regardless of the circumstances you have a job.

It’s hard to find work out there these days and I give credit to anyone who is even trying to find a job at this point. Don’t belittle people for doing something to make some money. A job is a job.

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I’ll love you on your worst days and I’ll love you on your best days. I’ll love you fully and I’ll love you hard. I’ll love you wildly and I’ll love you tenderly.

I’ll wrap my arms around you and tell you it’s going to be okay. Even if in that moment I know nothing seems okay. I’ll wrap my arms around you and tell you I got you.

I’ll love you with my words, my actions and my tones. I’ll love you today, tomorrow and as long as you’ll let me. I’ll love you always.

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You can work for a company that is very well known and makes lots of money. This company will most likely give you the least amount they have to. They will pay you the bare minimum, make you do more work than you are responsible for. They will complain when you fall behind but won’t let you work over 40 hours a week. They will write you up for not taking your lunch break but will reprimand you if you take a lunch but it puts you behind for the day.

You can work for a company known in only two countries. They don’t make millions but they make enough to keep putting back into their business. They won’t complain when you’re falling behind, instead, they will explain that it’s because the other departments are over producing. They will pay you for all breaks, and you get them every 2 hours no matter what. They will let you work more than 40 hours a week as long as you feel fit to do so. They will give you overtime pay for working more than your 40 hours. Even when it’s because a meeting ran way longer than intended. They will pay you for taking days off for significant life events like a wedding or bereavement.

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I may be Canadian but I’m still scared. I’m scared for those who have to risk their lives just to be themselves. I’m scared for the parents who just want to love their child for who they are but have been given an ultimatum. I’m scared for those that have to use the bathroom that doesn’t suit them. The one that causes them pain. I’m scared for the teachers who can’t provide a safe space anymore. I’m scared for everyone who has ever loved a trans person. I’m scared for every trans identifying person. I’m scared for the people who aren’t quite sure. I may be Canadian but I’ll stand behind anyone that’s being told they can’t be who they are.

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Someone once told me that we don’t deserve the beauty of this world. I’d never heard that before. There’s truth in it. Take a sunset for example. There’s so much beauty in a sunset and the chances you’ll see the same one twice is slim. How many people drive through a sunset every day and don’t take the time to ever consider how pretty it is. How breathtakingly beautiful it can be. How many people don’t take a moment to appreciate the beauty in the earth. If we can’t take a moment to appreciate something so beautiful then I think they may be right. We don’t deserve the beauty of this world.