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At my first job, I worked with Strauss, Prokofiev, and others. My hours varied, but as an eighteen year old about to leave for school, with no bills to pay, it didn't matter. I had a blast that summer.
At my second job, I worked with Strauss and Bartok, for the same corporation I'd worked for the summer before, just a different store. I had some bills to pay at that point, but I made more than enough money still. I got plenty of hours, and the boss liked me.
When I returned to college the following fall, I worked my third job, at the front desk in my dorm. My hours didn't cover my bills but I somehow made it through. The boss had personal issues with me, but as a remotely responsible human being, she kept those issues out of work, and recognized the effort that I made. I still have my performance evaluation from that job - "fast, efficient, gets the job done!"
For personal reasons, I transferred to another school, in my home area and moved home after that year. For my fourth job, I went back to the same place I'd worked the year before, with Bartok. Strauss had been fired the previous summer, but I knew a lot of the employees. The boss had quit, and one of the assistants - a good friend of Bartok's - had been promoted. Bartok was with Plath at the time, and Plath was working with us. From then until our store moved to a new building, I worked 35-40 hours every week. When our store moved, the area manager took our store as his. He took an instant dislike to me, and did everything in his power to fuck me over. We were severely understaffed, and I was very experienced and overcompetent - we all were at that point. The boss sexually harrassed me, and discriminated against me for various reasons. I was still working that job when I met Rice, but I'd begun to think of leaving at that point. A few months later, when all the competent employees had quit except myself and one other, I was passed over for promotion for someone I had trained, who was pretty much unfit for the promotion. At that point, I began to look for another job.
Strauss was looking for a new job, too, and we applied together at one place. I got hired, and Strauss didn't. I busted my ass at that job, my fifth, and was eventually moved into the department I wanted to be in - things were fine until the General Manager quit, and the owner took over his job. I watched as my hours dwindled to nothing. Eventually, I wasn't on the schedule anymore.
I was unemployed for the next three months...
Finally a friend got me hired at my sixth job, where the hours weren't always enough, but the boss loved and appreciated me. I left that job a few months ago, because it required the use of my car, which I didn't want to put the extra wear and tear on.
Mendelssohn had gotten me my seventh job, which is my current job. I was scheduled for a double tomorrow, and I went in to get my check today, to find that I'd been dropped to a single shift tomorrow - that's one for this week, total - and I'm not scheduled for any hours whatsoever next week.
I don't understand what it is about me that prompts people to think I don't do a good job, I don't work hard, I can't be counted on... I never call in sick. In all of my jobs, I've called in sick ONE FUCKING TIME, because I had the flu and couldn't even enjoy watching a movie. And now, I need to find another fucking job, since I obviously can't count on getting any hours, let alone enough to meet my bills.
At my second job, I worked with Strauss and Bartok, for the same corporation I'd worked for the summer before, just a different store. I had some bills to pay at that point, but I made more than enough money still. I got plenty of hours, and the boss liked me.
When I returned to college the following fall, I worked my third job, at the front desk in my dorm. My hours didn't cover my bills but I somehow made it through. The boss had personal issues with me, but as a remotely responsible human being, she kept those issues out of work, and recognized the effort that I made. I still have my performance evaluation from that job - "fast, efficient, gets the job done!"
For personal reasons, I transferred to another school, in my home area and moved home after that year. For my fourth job, I went back to the same place I'd worked the year before, with Bartok. Strauss had been fired the previous summer, but I knew a lot of the employees. The boss had quit, and one of the assistants - a good friend of Bartok's - had been promoted. Bartok was with Plath at the time, and Plath was working with us. From then until our store moved to a new building, I worked 35-40 hours every week. When our store moved, the area manager took our store as his. He took an instant dislike to me, and did everything in his power to fuck me over. We were severely understaffed, and I was very experienced and overcompetent - we all were at that point. The boss sexually harrassed me, and discriminated against me for various reasons. I was still working that job when I met Rice, but I'd begun to think of leaving at that point. A few months later, when all the competent employees had quit except myself and one other, I was passed over for promotion for someone I had trained, who was pretty much unfit for the promotion. At that point, I began to look for another job.
Strauss was looking for a new job, too, and we applied together at one place. I got hired, and Strauss didn't. I busted my ass at that job, my fifth, and was eventually moved into the department I wanted to be in - things were fine until the General Manager quit, and the owner took over his job. I watched as my hours dwindled to nothing. Eventually, I wasn't on the schedule anymore.
I was unemployed for the next three months...
Finally a friend got me hired at my sixth job, where the hours weren't always enough, but the boss loved and appreciated me. I left that job a few months ago, because it required the use of my car, which I didn't want to put the extra wear and tear on.
Mendelssohn had gotten me my seventh job, which is my current job. I was scheduled for a double tomorrow, and I went in to get my check today, to find that I'd been dropped to a single shift tomorrow - that's one for this week, total - and I'm not scheduled for any hours whatsoever next week.
I don't understand what it is about me that prompts people to think I don't do a good job, I don't work hard, I can't be counted on... I never call in sick. In all of my jobs, I've called in sick ONE FUCKING TIME, because I had the flu and couldn't even enjoy watching a movie. And now, I need to find another fucking job, since I obviously can't count on getting any hours, let alone enough to meet my bills.