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I haven’t posted a viewable entry in a while so I thought that I'd do it now.
Oh yes I have secret journal entrees
I'm pretty sure that I'm about to be fired from my fancy job.
Story: A while ago my boss offered me fulltime and a manager position, I was over the moon because only a week early we had discussed what days and hours I wanted to work and we both agreed. Everything was sweet.
The day that I gave my other job my '2 weeks' and went in to sign the paper work my boss told me that the hours needed to change a little bit.
It went from Wednesday to Friday 9-6 and one day and one night on the weekends to being Wednesday night, Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday day and night.
Little change hej?
Anyway I turned it down, I was still with Paul at that time and we just would have crumbled if I worked those hours (haha if only I knew).
Since that time my boss has dropped his nice guy mask and has been canceling my shifts without telling me, not giving me my tips and just normal barstard behavior.
About 2 weeks ago he hired a new guy, not very clever but nice.
He has been told that he will get full time, although not all of the crappy hours, and now I find out that his working my cancelled shifts.
It's not the end of the world, I still have another job and that's going really well, I've just been trained to close and was given my own set of keys :)
It just really anoys me that not only is this guy going to take my job and my boss won't even tell me but the fact that I've been told to train him with everything.
On other news as most of you may know I've moved back to my parent's place.
It really doesn't feel like I'm 'meant' to be here. We don't really know how to act around each other, I ask things like can I use the bathroom to have a shower because it's not mine and they get annoyed because I'm asking.
I'm very grateful that they took me back in but I really want to kill them.
Strangely Wayne has been amazing and I don’t want to kill him.
I'm also so sick of lying to everyone.
It's no major thing like "oh so-and-so said this about you" or any international cover-ups I just feel like no one gives a shit so I don't tell them the truth.
Really who wants to be friends with someone that is upset all the time?
So I say that I'm fine, that I'm glad it happened, that I'm enjoying myself but it's all shit. And really I'm not that convincing, people know that it's not true, but it's easier then trying to help when there's nothing you can do.
I also realize that I'm not helping myself, I don't want to go out or see people, I don't feel 'safe' around them. (Safe for a lake of a better word)
I know that the amount of work that I'm doing later is making me sick, I can feel myself getting tired and heavy again. But I can't seem to stop. I'm feeling kind of like a train wreck waiting to happen.
But on the bright side I do love most of the people I work with.
At the posh place I have my kitchen boys, JD and Crissy who all are completely fucked in the head and lovely.
Then at the cafe I have Stu and Yas, your normal go to church, don't swear lovely people, and Keely a 17 year old kind of a skank but I say that in the nicest way possible.
I hate to admit it but I really think work has helped me get through some of this shit.
Of course this massive journal will probably be void in about 10 minutes as my mood swings are getting ridiculous.
Oh yes I have secret journal entrees
I'm pretty sure that I'm about to be fired from my fancy job.
Story: A while ago my boss offered me fulltime and a manager position, I was over the moon because only a week early we had discussed what days and hours I wanted to work and we both agreed. Everything was sweet.
The day that I gave my other job my '2 weeks' and went in to sign the paper work my boss told me that the hours needed to change a little bit.
It went from Wednesday to Friday 9-6 and one day and one night on the weekends to being Wednesday night, Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday day and night.
Little change hej?
Anyway I turned it down, I was still with Paul at that time and we just would have crumbled if I worked those hours (haha if only I knew).
Since that time my boss has dropped his nice guy mask and has been canceling my shifts without telling me, not giving me my tips and just normal barstard behavior.
About 2 weeks ago he hired a new guy, not very clever but nice.
He has been told that he will get full time, although not all of the crappy hours, and now I find out that his working my cancelled shifts.
It's not the end of the world, I still have another job and that's going really well, I've just been trained to close and was given my own set of keys :)
It just really anoys me that not only is this guy going to take my job and my boss won't even tell me but the fact that I've been told to train him with everything.
On other news as most of you may know I've moved back to my parent's place.
It really doesn't feel like I'm 'meant' to be here. We don't really know how to act around each other, I ask things like can I use the bathroom to have a shower because it's not mine and they get annoyed because I'm asking.
I'm very grateful that they took me back in but I really want to kill them.
Strangely Wayne has been amazing and I don’t want to kill him.
I'm also so sick of lying to everyone.
It's no major thing like "oh so-and-so said this about you" or any international cover-ups I just feel like no one gives a shit so I don't tell them the truth.
Really who wants to be friends with someone that is upset all the time?
So I say that I'm fine, that I'm glad it happened, that I'm enjoying myself but it's all shit. And really I'm not that convincing, people know that it's not true, but it's easier then trying to help when there's nothing you can do.
I also realize that I'm not helping myself, I don't want to go out or see people, I don't feel 'safe' around them. (Safe for a lake of a better word)
I know that the amount of work that I'm doing later is making me sick, I can feel myself getting tired and heavy again. But I can't seem to stop. I'm feeling kind of like a train wreck waiting to happen.
But on the bright side I do love most of the people I work with.
At the posh place I have my kitchen boys, JD and Crissy who all are completely fucked in the head and lovely.
Then at the cafe I have Stu and Yas, your normal go to church, don't swear lovely people, and Keely a 17 year old kind of a skank but I say that in the nicest way possible.
I hate to admit it but I really think work has helped me get through some of this shit.
Of course this massive journal will probably be void in about 10 minutes as my mood swings are getting ridiculous.