r/confession

I have been in marketing for almost 10 years now and I simply don't care to put any effort in anymore. I have been at the same company for about 3 years now and they pay me okay money. I could always use more money but I constantly contemplate if it's even worth it to leave because of how easy my job is right now.

I work "full-time" and make about $75,000 basically doing nothing and working probably a total of 3 hours out of the 40 hours in a week. I scheduled some social media posts, recycle email marketing campaigns that we've used for the past few years, reply to a couple of emails a week, use AI to come up with new strategies, and basically scroll on Reddit / my phone for several hours a day.

My boss is incredibly hands off and I am able to hit my KPIs by doing the absolute bare minimum. I get a very generous PTO policy and I probably take two plus hour lunches per day where I just run errands that I need to get done for my personal life which is quite honestly my priority.

I do not care to climb the "corporate ladder" anymore. All I want is to be able to live comfortably while working the least amount possible. Having been in the industry for almost 10 years, I should probably be making significantly more money but I don't want to leave for another job because I fear that a new job will require me to actually work.

I have a performance review every year and this past year was probably the least I've ever worked and I still got outstanding performance appraisals across the board from my team and my boss.

To me, working is not a priority in life at all. As long as I can pay my bills and live my life comfortably and be able to do the things that I like to do, I do not care what my job is and don't really care what they pay me as long as I can survive. To be honest, I now view work as a complete and utter distraction to my actual life. It is very inconvenient that I have to go sit in an office 5 days a week for 40 hours. And I honestly do not know or understand how people who actually work for 40 hours a week get anything they need to get done in their life done. There simply is not enough time in the day or in the week to do any of my personal things like grocery shopping, spending time with my partner, scheduling and going to appointments, working out, and hanging out with friends.

If I was not able to get a bulk of my personal things done during the work day, my entire life after work would be me just doing things that I have to do rather than spending that time doing things that I want to do and enjoy.

It’s sort of an odd situation but when I was moving to a new city for college I joined a Facebook group about finding roommates in the area.

I didn’t have a lot of money and would be working to pay my own rent so I wanted somewhere cheap. After two potential places fell through I was losing hope.

Then I got a message from my roommates mom. She basically explained her kid struggled to make friends and keep roommates around.

She was super desperate and offered to pay half my rent each month. All I had to do was live with her kid and be their friend. I was also super desperate to find somewhere to live before the semester started so I agreed.

I’ve held up my end of the deal despite the fact that I absolutely hate my roommate. They are disgusting, have no social awareness, completely helpless, super dramatic, have an insanely mess social life, and generally just suck to live with.

I absolutely hate them but I get to live in a really nice apartment for pretty cheap. Despite being a nightmare roommate and person I do still feel bad for them. I know if they found out they’d be devastated so I’ve never told anyone about it.

(24F) I need to get this off my chest because it has been years and I still feel awful about it. In 2021 I was flying from Cincinnati to Palm Springs with my family. I went to high school during the juul epidemic, got influenced, and was still desperately clinging to nicotine as a young adult. My fucking dumbass had no IDEA there was a smoke detector on the ceiling in the plane bathroom, so I literally just blew a fat cloud right into it.

Cue an ear-deafeningly loud ring, and I immediately realized I had fucked up big time. I walked out of the bathroom and to my deserved horror, all 70-100 people had twisted their necks to look back at me. I still have no idea how I got away with it, I think I was just lucky. The flight attendants totally knew what was up. For the rest of the flight, they kept coming over to my seat and asking what had happened. I told them I had no idea and while i’m sure they knew exactly what had happened, nothing came from it. Except for my mom having a mental breakdown and telling the ex-convict next to her my entire life story for the remainder of the flight.

The reason it bothers me so much (other than it being objectively wrong and against the law) is that I bet at least one person thought they were going to die for a second. Just wanted to put this into the void for some mental closure😭