I hate...
...my job.
I left a job I loved that promised me 5-8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I left a job at a place I loved with people I loved for Busch Gardens because at the time, Busch fit the schedule I was planning and paid me better by 60 cents. I told my supervisors to put me on the schedule more than anyone else. I'm willing to work open to close five days a week, despite doctors advising otherwise.
But now I'm lucky to work 2 days a week. So obviously, it doesn't matter if I get paid better at Busch if I'm barely making enough money to fill the gas tank. I tried talking to my supervisors. No avail.
So I tried finding a new job. I applied for anywhere between 5 and 10 jobs that I could transfer to in Richmond. Called all of them back 2 weeks later. Got 1 job interview. That was almost a month ago. And I'm still at Busch, biding my time until I can either (a) get the hell out of there for a new job, or (b) go back to VCU.
So here's the plans that Busch seriously screwed up for me:
~Buying a car by the end of the summer
~Easily paying for car insurance (I'm two months, or $200, behind)
~Easily paying off my new cellie (I still owe about $24 on that)
~Being able to pay the first month of rent without a blink of an eye
~Having a little extra spending money to go out with my friends to dinner
~Taking my boyfriend out to dinner and maybe even a movie
~Seeing a movie at all
Now, I'm dreaming of being in a financial bind. I'm waking up at ungodly hours because my mind starts thinking about my money problem in the middle of the night. I can't get to sleep in the first place because I'm thinking about it. And no matter how hard I try to meditate myself to sleep, it never works. My mind is always on how I'm going to pay for my next Backstage class or how I'm going to eat at work the next day.
And just to add onto the problems, I hurt my ankle on Saturday. I don't know how or why, but my right ankle (the one I previously sprained) feels like I've sprained it again. And if that's true, that may really screw up my work. Ugh.
So what else am I doing to help ease the pain of knowing that I'm almost dead broke? I clean house, which gets me $30. Naomi is paying me (don't know how much, but it'll probably cover part of my rent) for choreographing Wizard of Oz and "Bring on the Men."
So I guess what I'm saying is, is that if you have any odd jobs around the house that need to be done (I'll do anything except lawnmowing and vaccuuming because of the strain they cause on my back), and you're willing to pay for it, I'll be there. Please.
I left a job I loved that promised me 5-8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I left a job at a place I loved with people I loved for Busch Gardens because at the time, Busch fit the schedule I was planning and paid me better by 60 cents. I told my supervisors to put me on the schedule more than anyone else. I'm willing to work open to close five days a week, despite doctors advising otherwise.
But now I'm lucky to work 2 days a week. So obviously, it doesn't matter if I get paid better at Busch if I'm barely making enough money to fill the gas tank. I tried talking to my supervisors. No avail.
So I tried finding a new job. I applied for anywhere between 5 and 10 jobs that I could transfer to in Richmond. Called all of them back 2 weeks later. Got 1 job interview. That was almost a month ago. And I'm still at Busch, biding my time until I can either (a) get the hell out of there for a new job, or (b) go back to VCU.
So here's the plans that Busch seriously screwed up for me:
~Buying a car by the end of the summer
~Easily paying for car insurance (I'm two months, or $200, behind)
~Easily paying off my new cellie (I still owe about $24 on that)
~Being able to pay the first month of rent without a blink of an eye
~Having a little extra spending money to go out with my friends to dinner
~Taking my boyfriend out to dinner and maybe even a movie
~Seeing a movie at all
Now, I'm dreaming of being in a financial bind. I'm waking up at ungodly hours because my mind starts thinking about my money problem in the middle of the night. I can't get to sleep in the first place because I'm thinking about it. And no matter how hard I try to meditate myself to sleep, it never works. My mind is always on how I'm going to pay for my next Backstage class or how I'm going to eat at work the next day.
And just to add onto the problems, I hurt my ankle on Saturday. I don't know how or why, but my right ankle (the one I previously sprained) feels like I've sprained it again. And if that's true, that may really screw up my work. Ugh.
So what else am I doing to help ease the pain of knowing that I'm almost dead broke? I clean house, which gets me $30. Naomi is paying me (don't know how much, but it'll probably cover part of my rent) for choreographing Wizard of Oz and "Bring on the Men."
So I guess what I'm saying is, is that if you have any odd jobs around the house that need to be done (I'll do anything except lawnmowing and vaccuuming because of the strain they cause on my back), and you're willing to pay for it, I'll be there. Please.