Attempt at yuppiedom/office work: FAIL
Well, so much for best laid plans and all that crap. I had been working for the last 2 months at the Hilton for the timeshares part of their business as a secretary/receptionist of sorts, but that's over as of today. Actually, originally I was working in the hospitality part of it, just putting out drinks and food and such. Then they moved me over to desk work, which was more stressful but at first okay. However, as of late it had gotten to the point where I was envying the homeless guy that I passed on the way to work every day. Seriously. Thursday was particularly bad, and so on Friday I put in my two weeks notice. Today, however, I realized that I wasn't going to make it two weeks or even two more minutes, so I quit. I really had intended to just stick it out, but it was not going to happen. It was my sanity or the job.
I was actually just hired officially by Hilton after a month as a temp working there. That's the worst part - at first I enjoyed the job, and though I had some misgivings during orientation, but I figured I could work maybe 6 months and build up a decent financial base. Not in the cards.
Really, I should have known this, from the drug test and the grooming code prohibiting long hair (fuck businesses that think they have a right to search my bodily fluids, or tell me how to keep my hair). Heck, when I was in 7th grade I used to think of office work and say to myself that I would rather be dead. How and why did I forget this? I guess I tried to be someone else. I cut my hair long ago - why? At the time, I was sick of my failures in love and in my chose field and so I wanted to be something different. I think I'll grow it out again. Some parts of me have changed, and I was very successful in Japanese as a major (much more so than in music), but I think I was really trying to be someone else. I was sick of being poor by graduation and I thought I would make some money, but it's not going to happen. I was right back then; I can never be the company man working his way up in an office. It's not in my nature.
On the bad side, this is job number two since graduation that I've quit with no notice. Well, fuck them, there's only so much I can take. I guess it will be harder to get a new job. I'm thinking of going back to delivering pizza, as that was the last job I had that paid decently and wasn't totally crappy. I will have to use my IRA money to get a car, but half of it's gone anyway so what's the difference? Until I can enter grad school - my new plan for life, ivory tower and perpetual studentdom (or professorhood) - I will have to find a living some way.
Eh, I guess I just had to relearn what I knew about myself long ago. Back to square one.
I was actually just hired officially by Hilton after a month as a temp working there. That's the worst part - at first I enjoyed the job, and though I had some misgivings during orientation, but I figured I could work maybe 6 months and build up a decent financial base. Not in the cards.
Really, I should have known this, from the drug test and the grooming code prohibiting long hair (fuck businesses that think they have a right to search my bodily fluids, or tell me how to keep my hair). Heck, when I was in 7th grade I used to think of office work and say to myself that I would rather be dead. How and why did I forget this? I guess I tried to be someone else. I cut my hair long ago - why? At the time, I was sick of my failures in love and in my chose field and so I wanted to be something different. I think I'll grow it out again. Some parts of me have changed, and I was very successful in Japanese as a major (much more so than in music), but I think I was really trying to be someone else. I was sick of being poor by graduation and I thought I would make some money, but it's not going to happen. I was right back then; I can never be the company man working his way up in an office. It's not in my nature.
On the bad side, this is job number two since graduation that I've quit with no notice. Well, fuck them, there's only so much I can take. I guess it will be harder to get a new job. I'm thinking of going back to delivering pizza, as that was the last job I had that paid decently and wasn't totally crappy. I will have to use my IRA money to get a car, but half of it's gone anyway so what's the difference? Until I can enter grad school - my new plan for life, ivory tower and perpetual studentdom (or professorhood) - I will have to find a living some way.
Eh, I guess I just had to relearn what I knew about myself long ago. Back to square one.