Fantastic
I am now looking for a new job.
At work last night, we got an email from one of the Top Dogs at the company saying that our business hours have changed, and we are no longer open 7 days a week.
They've cut my hours from 17 down to 9. Obviously, I can't live on just 9 hours a week. And it's only us part-timers who are suffering from the blow...the full-timers are sitting pretty, as always.
Anyhow, I'm going to keep my job there as long as I need to, and go hunting, in the meantime, for something more. I fear I may have to get a job in a bar, but since I spend so much time in bars anyway, this shouldn't be too different for me. Ha.
I'm seriously not looking forward to the search. Changing jobs is one of the most stressful things you can do aside from moving house or having someone close to you die. I've already got enough stress on me. Why in the world would they do this?
On the plus side, I now have Friday night off, since the office isn't going to be open. Yay.
I think I tempted fate with that whole, 'I'm ready to take on the world' bullcrap from my previous entry. Note to self: Don't tempt fate.
If anyone knows of any jobs in the area where I don't have to take my clothes off, please let me know.
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