Monday, December 27, 2010

"Take this job and shove it!"

First and foremost, I AM SO HAPPY TO BE BLOGGING AGAIN! My sister had the only actual computer in our house and it was loaded with viruses so she didn't want anyone using it anymore. Then the neighbor put a password on her wi-fi that we were stealing borrowing, so then I really couldn't do any blogging. Christmas came around, though, and I got my laptop that I waited an eternity for, and all is right with the world again. Well, kind of... I got to work tonight and about had a heart attack.

For the past several months I've only been getting scheduled two days a week. It sucks. I make just enough to pay my bills. I've been holding out, though, because #1 I live in a tiny town with zero job opportunities, #2 I don't have a vehicle to find a job in any surrounding towns, and #3 One of my coworkers was supposed to be moving so I figured I'd pick up more hours when she left. I guess she still plans on moving, but it's been slightly postponed. Yay for me. Now the boss apparently decided that we needed another worker and she's taking one of my two days a week, leaving me with one day a week. ONE DAY. It's mindblowing.

I don't go above and beyond and work my butt off,

I certainly wouldn't want something like this to happen.

 but I do my job and I do it well. If he's dissatisfied with my performance then he needs to get a backbone and just fire me. If that's not the case, then he needs to grow a brain and realize that a person cannot survive off of four hours a week. Oh, what's that? I didn't mention that I only work four hour shifts? I only work four hour shifts. I hate to admit it, but I've been thinking tonight that I might try to get a job at Mickey D's.

It's most definitely not my first, second, or forty-eighth choice, but I have to do something. Four hours a week on minimum wage is not going to cut it. Oh my goodness, I am going to be stuck in my parents' basement for the rest of my miserable life. Lord, help me now. Ask and it shall be given, right??

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Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event:

When I graduated my best friend (at the time, but that's a story for another day) and I sang I Hope You Dance by Leann Womack while another classmate accompanied us on the piano. It was particularly special because the three of us also sang for Girls' Trio in Academic Track when we were in eighth grade. (Academic Track is like the Olympics for nerds, consisting of music, art, and and testing categories.) It was such a fitting end to our high school careers, almost mirroring where we were four years earlier. When the song was over, my friend and I bear hugged on the stage for what seemed like an eternity. It was super cheesy and everyone loved only one person hated our performance. Seriously. A kid in our class told me that he liked it, but his mom said that she didn't, and that Leann did a better job. You think?! We were 17 year old girls and Leann Womack is a professional, a woman with a developed voice. Whatever. I'm not bitter. I swear.


  1. small towns stink. i want to quit my job SO BAD, but really it would take so much work to find another and make new friends and blah blah blah.

    I feel for ya. Also, you will eventually get out of your parents basement. Promise.

  2. Oh, wow. That really sucks. Can you talk to your boss about it? I hope things turn around for you!

  3. Thanks guys. We have too many girls working so there's no where for him to schedule me any extra hours. It's stupid.