Not dead yet, despite my best efforts.
Halfway through the second semester of uni, did nothing during the mid-term break due mainly to the rage-fueled fatigue of living under capitalism. It was stock-take at work that week you see, and despite having my availability quite clearly marked as UNAVAILABLE on Mondays, or the fact that I have no legal obligation to accept shifts outside of my contracted hours, they rostered me on for a 7am start that Monday without bothering to, you know, mention it to me. Luckily I checked the roster- which I usually don’t on account of the contract meaning my hours are always the same- and warned the others because: surprise! I’m not the only one they don’t respect enough to bother communicating with.