Need a Job
First I coughed too much, now I'm too pale.
Yesterday, I was basically accused of coming to work hungover. Which is really funny, because even if I WAS out drinking the night before (which I wasn't), I have NEVER had a hangover, and am responsible enough to not drink so much that I can't function, let alone not function the next day. I was pissed and upset. And my clothes aren't good enough, the fact that my friend's hairdresser did a crappy job and my hair won't stop sticking up, and my having a hard time in general being awake and alert in the morning are all working against me. I was basically told I have two weeks to shape up or ship out. Well, I'm opting on shipping out, although if I don't have anything lined up, I will most definitely accept unemployment. One way or another, they'll be paying me.
This is just so obnoxious. And they never bring this shit up until the last minute when suddenly, you didn't even know anything was wrong and you think all is hunky dory, and now the world blows up in your face and you're left dazed and confused.
I'm going to keep looking for another job, although I'll probably have to take a significant pay cut, and next step is going to the doctor to figure out this exhaustion. Narcolepsy is actually a possibility.
Alright...off to work. I'm supposed to be there in time to "check-in" with his highness before the patients arrive *rolls eyes and stomps off for a week in hell*
Yesterday, I was basically accused of coming to work hungover. Which is really funny, because even if I WAS out drinking the night before (which I wasn't), I have NEVER had a hangover, and am responsible enough to not drink so much that I can't function, let alone not function the next day. I was pissed and upset. And my clothes aren't good enough, the fact that my friend's hairdresser did a crappy job and my hair won't stop sticking up, and my having a hard time in general being awake and alert in the morning are all working against me. I was basically told I have two weeks to shape up or ship out. Well, I'm opting on shipping out, although if I don't have anything lined up, I will most definitely accept unemployment. One way or another, they'll be paying me.
This is just so obnoxious. And they never bring this shit up until the last minute when suddenly, you didn't even know anything was wrong and you think all is hunky dory, and now the world blows up in your face and you're left dazed and confused.
I'm going to keep looking for another job, although I'll probably have to take a significant pay cut, and next step is going to the doctor to figure out this exhaustion. Narcolepsy is actually a possibility.
Alright...off to work. I'm supposed to be there in time to "check-in" with his highness before the patients arrive *rolls eyes and stomps off for a week in hell*