BUT, when I came from my last job they snuck in a $5000 relocation contract which means I have to stay here for another like half a year or more until thats void and I can't fucking do it. However, I have a very good savings, (I'll just say 10,000-20,000 on the higher end) and would've honestly quit by now and simply lived off my savings job hunting full time. And my job hunt has thus far only turned up rejection letter after rejection letter. Now you may be thinking, "just quit dude?" but here's the thing, as ever with America the wage slavery is strong and I have bills to pay. Now we're being punished with more of our. This was apparently some kind of punishment for all of us as someone allegedly was cheating the system not taking calls, can't blame them. They just announced this morning that they're ending remote work and moving back to office and expanding our hours on the phones each day. It's detracting from all of our personal lives. Everyone is depressed here and despondent. It's actually making me miss my last job. We're condescended to and talked to like we're 10 years old. We're treated like numbers, its dehumanizing, we're micro managed to hell and back as our software tracks us minute to minute and if we are "out of adherence" for even 10 min we get chewed out. I'll run down the bullshit, its a glorified call center, they advertised it as a salaried professional development role but we're just bitch hourly phone grunts. This is my second real big boy job, (24 years old) And for awhile it was okay but holy fuck they've shown their true colors and my whole team has either quit, or is actively job hunting. ![]() Long story short, I left a previous job I hated, (dickhead manager, untenable work life balance) and came to this remote one. “That was the beginning of this network effect,” Elliot said.Boys I can't do this anymore. “He was always on his phone.” She swiftly accrued a hundred thousand followers. The next year, Jessica started BeigeCardigan-the name comes from Urban Dictionary’s term for a bland housewife-“As a joke,” she said. By 2013, he had enough followers to quit the cell-phone business. “It was the same hustle, continually posting, curating content,” he said. When Instagram launched, he moved Fuck Jerry there. He noticed that Kramer quips got more likes than vintage Nikes. It was a place to collect “things that were cool: architecture, design, art, a lot of sneakers,” he said. (She was a personal shopper.) “But that’s kind of why FuckJerry existed.”Īfter work, Elliot would flop down on his couch and upload images to a Tumblr blog that he’d named Fuck Jerry, because he created it while half watching “Seinfeld” reruns. Elliot had dropped out of Hunter College and was working at a cell-phone resale business owned by his older brother, Maurice. He and Jessica grew up near Coney Island, part of the same Syrian Jewish community, and began dating in 2011. Twenty-seven and lanky, he wore a black T-shirt, black jeans, and a black baseball cap. She wore baggy jeans with holes in them and a Marlboro T-shirt. “We’re waiting for her high chair to come,” Jessica, who is twenty-eight, said. They are the parents of Colette, who, on a recent Thursday, wriggled in a stroller parked in the dining room of the family’s Tribeca apartment. The Instagram handles belong to a married couple: Elliot and Jessica Tebele. Together, the two accounts bring in millions of dollars from corporate sponsors like MTV and Burger King, and they’ve spawned an army of associated companies, including an ad agency, a production house, and a card game called What Do You Meme? They mine the Internet for comic gems and broadcast them to their seventeen million followers. Look it up, sweetie.” These two items recently appeared on the Instagram accounts FuckJerry and BeigeCardigan, respectively, which are to memes what the “Tonight Show” is to standup comedians. For example, a snapshot of a man on a motorcycle with a barrel of cheeseballs strapped to the passenger seat, or a ferret wearing a bathrobe, with the caption “It’s called being rich. M eme /noun Internet slang /: a humorous image or text that is copied and shared widely.
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