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“By the way, you might be fucked up forever!”
New moderators, sign this form before you start working.
“So here’s where the beer fridge is. And the snacks, and the puppies. That’s all. Oh. And sign this form stating that you are aware that this job might give you PTSD.”
“What?”
“Just, you know. Not everyone. Just some people. A small percentage.”
“This seems…I mean…I have heard of policemen or soldiers getting PTSD.”
“You’ll actually be exposed to viewing horrific things much more often than your average officer or soldier. There’s a chance you’ll read the conversations of a pedophile or see someone get killed on a daily basis. We are now legally required to inform people of that.”
“We didn’t discuss this in the interview. I don’t know if I would have gone through all six rounds if I had known that. I mean, I was a marketing major. I want to go into marketing. Moderating just seems like a stepping stone to that.”
“Well, it’s up to you! But, you know. We have free cereal!”
“My aunt has PTSD. She can’t hold a full time job. She can’t even sleep next to a person because it makes her too nervous. She can’t be in a relationship. I don’t know if a job is worth that.”
