nine dollars an hour isn't enough anymore...
...I'm home from work. I left early today.
I'm turning eighteen next month. I'll be able to vote, buy cigarettes, hell I could buy porn if I wanted to. Soon I can legally move out on my own, I can even get married.
But all this means nothing in the workplace (especially if you're fifteen years younger than your co-workers). Today I got stuck watching someone's kid. I mean, wtf. I'm not getting paid to babysit; I'm sitting at a computer for eight damn hours putting in a junkload of information into a stupid database. No where in the job description did it say I would be asked to babysit. I babysat all weekend; I was almost looking forward to going to work this morning so I wouldn't have to deal with children. But I can't seem to escape children. I have no idea why they would leave a two year old with a seventeen year old girl who has absolutely no experience dealing with children that young. There were about fifteen other men and women--who have toddlers--in the area but no. Let's give the child-hating teenager the kid, they thought. Let's have the kid watching the kid! Ha, that should be fun.
"It'll be a nice break from staring at the screen," they told me. After this experience, I'll never again complain about staring at the computer screen.
The kid was a monster and I swear to you, I'm never having kids.
Its name was Ethan and it chewed on everything--my fingers, my hair, the computer mouse, the desk, the recycling bin, the doorknob. Nothing in my office was safe. I only watched him for a couple of hours but those were the longest two hours of my life. My poor clicky pen fell hostage to the monster. When his dad came back for him (HALLELUIA, I was thinking), I took back my pen and the little bugger started wailing. So then he ended up keeping my poor clicky pen. But whatever, at least he shut up.
I need Advil.
I'm turning eighteen next month. I'll be able to vote, buy cigarettes, hell I could buy porn if I wanted to. Soon I can legally move out on my own, I can even get married.
But all this means nothing in the workplace (especially if you're fifteen years younger than your co-workers). Today I got stuck watching someone's kid. I mean, wtf. I'm not getting paid to babysit; I'm sitting at a computer for eight damn hours putting in a junkload of information into a stupid database. No where in the job description did it say I would be asked to babysit. I babysat all weekend; I was almost looking forward to going to work this morning so I wouldn't have to deal with children. But I can't seem to escape children. I have no idea why they would leave a two year old with a seventeen year old girl who has absolutely no experience dealing with children that young. There were about fifteen other men and women--who have toddlers--in the area but no. Let's give the child-hating teenager the kid, they thought. Let's have the kid watching the kid! Ha, that should be fun.
"It'll be a nice break from staring at the screen," they told me. After this experience, I'll never again complain about staring at the computer screen.
The kid was a monster and I swear to you, I'm never having kids.
Its name was Ethan and it chewed on everything--my fingers, my hair, the computer mouse, the desk, the recycling bin, the doorknob. Nothing in my office was safe. I only watched him for a couple of hours but those were the longest two hours of my life. My poor clicky pen fell hostage to the monster. When his dad came back for him (HALLELUIA, I was thinking), I took back my pen and the little bugger started wailing. So then he ended up keeping my poor clicky pen. But whatever, at least he shut up.
I need Advil.