#Quit Your Job
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WILCO (John Price x Reader)
You have a rude awakening and John makes a suggestion.
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CW: swearing
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You wake to your cell phone’s ringtone, blaring from John’s bedside table. It startles you both awake, John jerking nearly upright beside you in bed. You groan and take the ringing phone from John’s hand, clearing your throat before you answer it.
John wilts back into the mattress, dragging his palms over his face with a deep sigh. You pat his shoulder, sliding out of bed to take your call. You realize it’s work calling to see where you are midway down the hallway, your absence eventually noticed. You explain, through your sleep roughened voice, that your home had been broken into the previous night and you don’t think you will be making it in today.
There’s some back and forth about the level of professionalism expected, to simply not turn up considered unacceptable regardless of circumstances. They agree to not write you up due to the extenuating nature of your situation but advise that notice is required when missing a day of work. It rubs you the wrong way, being chastised like a teenager. By the time John joins you in the kitchen in his jeans and t-shirt, you’re already demoralized before the day has begun.
“Who was that?” he wants to know, taking in the slope of your shoulders and the long stare you are giving your coffee mug.
“Work, and honestly, I think I’m going to quit.”
John blinks and checks his watch and raises a brow at you, pouring his own coffee.
“It’s not even 10 am.”
“So what?”
“Awful early to be making rash life decisions, love.” He says archly, taking a sip of his steaming mug.
“Well, no time like the present.” You grumble, gently patting his ribs to make him move when he stands blocking the pantry.
He steps aside and watches you, scratching his whiskered cheek with an air of uncertainty that is unlike him. You rummage around in his pantry shelves, looking for bagels but finding whole grain bread instead. You shoot him a look when he’s still looking at you a few seconds later, waiting for your toast.
“What? I’m serious, I think I’m going to quit. I don’t give a fuck about their bottom line when I’m…what? Temporarily homeless? Shit, I gotta send a copy of the police report to the landlord-”
You set your coffee down and turn to leave your position by the toaster but John catches you, a fond look on his face as he wraps his hand around your wrist.
“Hold on, love. One second. That can wait a few minutes. Eat your breakfast. There’s still raspberries in the fridge.”
“I know, I didn’t want to finish them all on you.”
“Darling they’re for you. Eat them.” John is amused, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss your palm.
“Yeah?” You can’t keep the elation out of your voice. Your toast pops and you pull away, preoccupied with buttering the slices for a moment.
John retrieves the berries for you instead of answering, sitting beside you at the kitchen table as he slides them onto your plate. You immediately pop one into your mouth, making him smile softly. He fists his hand at his temple and leans on his elbow, watching you inhale berry after berry for a moment before broaching the topic that’s been circling in his brain since last night.
“If you’re still in the mood for rash life decisions, I have another for you. I think you should break your lease and move in here. Live with me, love.”
You freeze with a berry half way to your mouth, eyes widening. You know he hates your apartment. You didn’t realize he was this serious about leaving it behind.
“Really, John? You don’t think that’s moving kind of… fast?”
You can feel your heart thrumming in your chest, nervous suddenly. John purses his lips and shakes his head ‘no’, not taking his eyes off you. His sureness is steadying, zero hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
“Not really. Feels more like home when you’re here, love. Always has.”
John’s tone is soft, and you know him well enough to know he’s being sincere. The moment suddenly feels weighted, like whatever you decide will colour your relationship moving forward. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, the sharp blue of his gaze pinning you in place, demanding a decision in one direction or another. The blanket you gave him catches the corner of your eye, draped over the back of his couch, where it’s had pride of place since it came into his care. It calls up his words from last night, spoken in frustration.
You bite your lip and nod slowly, focusing back on John’s handsome face. “Alright, I… yeah. We can…I can break my lease.”
The slow smile that takes over John’s face, matches the one spreading across yours.
“I’m going to be honest love, I thought it would take more convincing than this.” He says lowly, hooking his foot in the rung of your chair to drag you closer to his seat. You feed him the forgotten raspberry in your hand, his lips dragging over your fingertips making your stomach swoop.
“I can be more difficult if you like.” You purr, biting your bottom lip and feeding him another berry.
The look between you turns heated but before either of you can act on it, his cell rings, breaking the moment. He leans over and kisses you before getting up to take his call, his eyes lingering on you at the kitchen table.
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Hey bitches, could we possibly get a template for a resignation letter that professionally says:
“I said I was gonna work here for X amount of time, but I’m leaving now, because you’re not paying me enough to live off of”
When I signed back on with a place I’ve worked before, I initially committed to working there until the end of the year, but I crunched the numbers and realized I’m not getting enough hours to cover my expenses each month, and that was supposed to change like three weeks ago.
Oh hell yeah, cutie pie. You can go 2 routes:
Write a standard resignation letter. Deliver it in person, and if they ask "why are you leaving?" say something like "the compensation no longer meets my needs." This should prompt them to offer you more money, in which case, go into salary negotiation mode. If they don't offer more money, then you've at least given those cheapskates valuable feedback.
Write a resignation letter that among other things states "I've reviewed my compensation package and determined that it no longer meets my needs. For this reason, I find I must move on from the company."
Hope that helps! Also, make sure you check out our guide for quitting in general:
How to Quit a Job: Giving Notice with Dignity, Poise, and Tastefully Subtle Shade
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Humble Public Service Annountment: Quit your toxic job, if you are able to! Don’t stay because they “need you”. They don’t care about you. I genuinely do though, and I want you to be appreciated and at peace.
I JUST PUT IN MY 2 WEEKS AT MY NONPROFIT JOB WHERE THE ENTIRE HR DEPARTMENT QUIT AS WELL AS THE ENTIRE MARKETING DEPARTMENT… as well as 4 other Development associates in my 8 months… it was shockingly horrifying guys.. the eye widening story times i could .. i plan to share on my page and my live streams in the coming weeks…
😈 buckle up you beautiful berky bitches…
if you’ve been following my tumblr live…
… you’ve seen me literally deteriorating with every stream. No exaggeration: I was dying slowly and on camera.
I’ve lost 10+lbs, not sleeping more than 4 hours, big under eye luggage, weeping on camera on times, pacing my bedroom, and just living with a new crushing work anxiety✨
This job has been a WILD ride and between the nonprofit corruption and horrifying stories of upper management… I’d been beaten down to a new low.
I’m so genuinely happy to share:
I’ve accepted a NEW position and plan to start April 14th as well as taking a week off before I start!
Which means I’ll be COMING BACK TO LIFE aka practicing intentional self-care, therapy sessions on deck, sharing some of my journey using all my favorite platforms: streaming on tumblr live, creating content for my YouTube channel, and generally beginning to thrive again! 🥹
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This wizard quit his high pressure job at the wizard tower and opted for a simpler life. Working for the evil monarchs of this world will cost more than they are paying!
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Wow look at you supporting small artist, pretty cool of you :)
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🍵EX-AMAZONIAN: TEA TIME!🍵
#amazonian#amazon#corporate slave#anti amazon#storytime#tea time#quit your job#9 to 5#9 to 5 job#anti capitalism#wage slavery#anti capitalist#socialism#social justice
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i’ve had an essay in my heart about kim and his relationship to his name for a week, and i’m going to get hit by a hurricane tomorrow, so i’m going to write it while i still have internet
i see this exchange used as an example of kim being trans coded a lot, and i agree, but i also think that’s a simplification of what’s going on here. i think reading this solely through the lens of gender leaves out a lot of kim’s experience as a queer/possibly trans man of color from an immigrant family and how all those labels can interact with one another
i don’t know if “kim” is seen as a feminine name in revachol like it is in say, america. i haven’t come across any dialogue indicating that’s the case, but then, not many characters address kim by his given name. i do think it’s definitely seen as a seolite name and that a lot of those “intentions and expectations” kim’s talking about probably have to do with the stereotypes that are constantly imposed on him by other characters.
if it is seen as a feminine name, then the way it would impose gendered expectations on him would be kind of similar to the way it imposes racial expectations on him. and those expectations would also interact with each other. asian men are often depicted as being emasculated and infantilized,and they are often presented as either sexually deviant or completely desexualized. these traits are directly tied to their race and culture and are contrasted with an idealized, white, western masculinity. they’re often used to mock, disrespect, and belittle, and there’s a lot of overlap between these and stereotypes about gay men and trans men.
as a queer/trans fantasy!asian man, kim’s working against all of these racial stereotypes, and his race/sexuality/gender id and presentation/disability(asians often get jabs about eyesight), all those stereotypes compound on each other. all contributing to kim being constantly disrespected. and i think a lot of his beliefs/behavior/worldview center around trying to command the respect he’s constantly denied.
as part of that, i think kim downplays his connection to his culture, just like he downplays anything about himself that he doesn’t think is respectable. i find it interesting that the first thing he says when harry mentions his race is that his parents didn’t teach him anything, only to reveal later that they died when he was two. and the way he says it, automatically and wearily, like he’s said it a billion times, i’m willing to bet cash money that’s a rehearsed response to people asking him, “if you’re seolite why don’t you know/do xyz?” when he never had a chance to learn that stuff. he was raised in revachol, by revacholians, but no matter how adamant he is about that, he will always be seen as a foreigner in the only culture he’s ever known. because of his face and his name. and the only one of those he can change is his name.
so he thinks about what it would be like to be named something else, but decides against changing his name. i think that’s because, while he might resent the expectations others attach to it (racial or gendered), at the same time i think he’s attached to because it symbolizes a connection to a culture and a family he has few connections to. one of the only things he received from his family, and one of the only things from his culture he can feel is really his.
#long post#kim kitsuragi#disco elsyium#tbh kim is the one i wanna study like a bug#because he's super relatable to me as a queer trans mixed asian whose family left china a million years ago#like this part hit me hard tbh#i wished my name was different because it doesn't sound chinese and i'm blasian so people think i'm lying when i say i'm chinese#like how fucked up is that?#like being mixed and assimilated and unconnected to your culture while also always being seen as exotic is suuuuper isolating#and will super fuck you up#but this is also why i want to shake kim#for the same reasons i want to shake myself#like kim!#baby!#they are never going to respect you not even if youre a cop!#so give it up already with the respectability politics#quit your job#and be the weird little gaysian speedfreak you were born to be!
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I'm gonna quit my job tomorrow. Anyone wanna send me some pro-worker, anticapitalism memes? Cool stories of workers leaving bad situations (meaning like they were able to tell their boss off or just say/do some cool shit before they left)?
Basically just looking for some solidarity and encouragement to tell my boss that he's been mistreating me.
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Situation Awareness (John Price x Reader)
John navigates his over-protective tendencies with you.
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John absolutely insists on chauffeuring you to and from work for the rest of the week, despite your half-hearted protests. You can admit to yourself that you are less-than- secretly enjoying the break from public transport, able to arrive at work without being harassed or stressed out. Unfortunately, the job is still the bane of your existence. Normally you would be able to shake off the weight of the day before you saw or spoke to John, now however, he’s getting to see you in all your agitated glory. By Friday afternoon, your period arrives and you are deeply contrite. When John picks you up that evening, you feel the need to repent.
He leans over the center console to kiss you hello, as is your new routine. Your whispered, ‘I’m sorry’ against his mouth before you pull back has him raising his brow at you.
“Sorry for what, darling? You’ve been here all of five seconds.”
“For haranguing you to death about my stupid job and wanting to quit this week. I got my period today, so that explains that.”
John is silent for a beat, and then surprises you.
“I think if you hate your job you should quit, love. You can get another job eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“Maybe you should take some time and figure out what you would rather do instead.”
John says gently, reaching across the console to rest his hand on your thigh. The warmth of his hand settles the tension in your body, and you look at his profile as he drives. The late afternoon light catches in his hair and whiskers of his face and you feel a rush of warmth flood your chest. You have to stop yourself from reaching out to touch him. John tilts his head, taking an assessing look at you before turning back to the road, his thumb drifting across the material of your pants.
“You’re miserable there darling. That’s become very clear. Life’s too short to spend it like that.”
“I was going to chalk it up to my hormones, but really, giving me shit when I’ve been victimized might have been my last straw if I’m being honest. They really don’t give a shit about me.”
“So, leave and find something you enjoy doing. I’d rather see you doing something you believe in, love.”
John’s gravelly voice is earnest. He merges into the exit for the road to his flat, checking his rear-view mirror.
“What would you suggest, Mr. Retired and loving it? I have some savings I guess I could use.”
“Like you said, no time like the present.” John repeats your words from earlier in the week back to you, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Let’s agree to not worry about money, I have enough for both of us until you sort yourself out. Take that out of your equation and focus on figuring out what would make you happy.”
John turns his fingers up to you and you thread yours through them, his big hand nearly swallowing yours. Maybe because your hormones are all over the place, or maybe because John’s offer is incredibly sweet, but you find your vision swimming with tears in the next breath.
“John.”
“You alright, love?” He’s all concern, catching a look at your face as he brakes at a red light. You grip his hand and swallow the words that are threatening to spill out, letting them choke you instead.
“I only want what’s best for you darling.”
He’s unsure, your reaction making him second guess himself, not something he does often.
“I know.” You manage to squeak, your throat feeling too thick with emotion to speak.
“I hate seeing you cry, love.”
“Good tears.” You squeeze his hand and he lifts them, kissing the back of your hand.
You hold onto him for the rest of the short drive back home, John letting you get a handle on yourself in comfortable silence. He doesn’t bring it up again, instead suggesting you change when you arrive home while he putters around in the kitchen, assembling ingredients for dinner.
You don’t need to be told twice, practically diving into your pyjamas. You steal the plaid flannel shirt he rarely wears, the cheery red calling a bit too much attention for his liking. It swallows you up and you have to roll the sleeves back to have use of your hands, which is how you re-enter the kitchen. John pauses, raising his brow at you as you tuck the sleeve behind your elbow.
“If you’re here to help I would prefer if you weren’t.” He flicks the end of the knife in his hand, shooing you away again.
“mm, hilarious. I will concede my knife skills are sub-par –“
“Sub-par? Try non-existent.” John corrects, going back to his chopping duties. You huff at him and cross your arms, watching the muscles in his forearms dance.
“- but I can be helpful elsewhere. What else do you need?”
John pauses, looking at you again, his smile fond.
“You can be in charge of wine, go get yourself a glass.”
“Well, that I can manage.”
You check the ingredients again before taking yourself to the fridge to find a chilled white.
“Is this alright?”
You ask, holding the bottle out to him. He glances at it and nods, pre-occupied with getting the chicken breasts into the oven. After wrestling the cork out of the bottle, you pour two glasses, John kissing you when you hand his over.
“Well, if you don’t need me, I’ll be on the couch.”
You announce, taking your wine and not waiting for a reply. You’ve been slowly turning over John’s offer in the car. It’s tantalizing, the thought of not having to paste on your fake smile every working day. The possibility of a new career steals your focus from the show running on the telly.
When John joins you a few minutes later, a timer set on his phone, you’ve claimed your usual spot tucked up against the arm rest. John slides in beside you, his arm going over the back of the couch as you resume your familiar positions. You rest your wine glass on his stomach, curling into him as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. You let him settle in for a moment before you muster your courage.
“Were you serious earlier?”
John nods, not needing clarification on what it is your asking.
“Of course, love, I wouldn’t tease you about that.”
He tugs the ends of your hair, making you look at him. You delay from saying anything further by taking a sip of your wine.
“Considering it?” He cajoles, watching your face. You bite your bottom lip and look back at him, his blue eyes radiating calm curiosity.
“Yeah.” You admit, and the triumphant smile that creeps across his handsome face is almost too smug to bear.
“First Christmas together in this place.” John adds. “Might be nice to have nowhere to be over the holidays.” He’s hinting, the season a mere few weeks away.
You look at him properly at that, his blue eyes focused on you. The corners of his eyes are turned up in a small squint as he tries to gauge your reaction. You juggle your wine into your other hand so you can give in to the impulse to stroke his facial hair, cupping your palm over the wiry hairs. The warmth of his body is reassuring, relaxing your achy muscles. John leans into your touch like a house cat, looking well pleased with himself.
“You don’t have plans with your mates from work this year?”
“If we do get together this year it would be last minute, darling, but nothing slated right now. You?”
That gives you pause, your palm dropping from his cheek to rest lightly on the centre of his chest.
“No, I was going to work. You know my idiot brother is still in Wales with his family.”
“I’m sure we can find something better to do with your time over the holidays than work.” John’s tone is gently suggestive and you smile, patting his chest.
“I don’t doubt that. Should I do it? Quit my job? It just seems so crazy impulsive after everything this week.”
You can feel the smooth roll of his muscles as he shrugs, raising his eyebrow at you.
“I know better than to tell you what to do, love. Just offering you an out, if you want it.”
You exchange a long look before he gently takes the wine glass out of your hand and sets it beside his on the coffee table. You feel another wash of emotion rush over you when he cups your chin and kisses you, resting his forehead against yours.
“No judgements here. Do you want the out?”
You make a tiny nod, gripping the front of his shirt tightly, suddenly needing a lifeline.
“Then take it.” His voice is reassuringly confident.
You hesitatingly agree, your voice soft. You take the opportunity to burrow into John’s side, the comforting wall of muscle and heat grounding your anxieties. You tuck your face into his neck, leaning into his bulk. John makes no effort to shift you, letting you settle into him until his timer goes off and he has to disentangle himself to deal with dinner. He lets you marinate on your decision for the rest of the evening without further comment, his soothing touch eventually lulling you to sleep on the couch.
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I just resigned from my current job (very shitty sales position, but it worked with my classes) to move to a way better job in the field I want to turn into a proper career, and I used your guide on giving notice to do it! Having a framework really helped reduce the anxiety of Sending Emails and Confronting Authority, so I just wanted to say thank you for all the work you do! This not-as-broke-as-he-could-be college student sure appreciates it :]
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There's no "I" in "daughter's funeral!"
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this is how i remember the show going personally.
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night shift by lucy dacus except it’s “you’ve got the night shift but i can’t work the 9-5, so i’ll just fucking quit”
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