Oh boy, what next?
Maii:Frosty was laid off today. We were swimming in Debt. Please pray (to what ever gods you may follow) that we don't sink.
Thank you
Frosty:Lets clear stuff up. I was not laid off. I was fired. Not for doing drugs. Not because of my patient care, (in fact I've gotten a few commendations on my patient care). Not for any of the hundreds of reasons that could spring to mind when being terminated comes up.
But because I told them I couldn't work certain days.
Because Maii and I being working parents, needed someone home with the wee one when one of us was at work. Daycares being what they are (hundred bucks a week and the kids always seem to be in the news with cruelty, poisoning or some kind of sickness) were out of the question. Our solution? One works, one stays home. Simple right?
Wrong. My employers (who must remain nameless, not out of any loyalty on my part. But because they made me sign a contract that banned me from bad-mouthing them by name on the 'Net. Guess they have some kind of program scanning for uses of their moniker)and more specifically, this triflin' little mouth breather in scheduling decides to just wildly flucuate my hours. Days sometimes, nights others, weekends (yay) and weekdays (not so yay) because "people with more seniority asked for certain shifts, leaving what you see here. Sorry"
Now, I'm not unreasonable. I understand that I was low guy on the totem pole and that yes, older folks get first pick. But when I say "I can't work thursday and friday" it does NOT mean schdeule me for it anyways and THEN get snitty and act surprised when I call in saying I can't work it. And it isn't because I drank a whole keg the night before (not even a theorical, my last night working, the crew I was with were talking about doing just that after shift and then calling off the night after for hangovers and parties. And they didn't even have the decency to invite me even though I'm sitting right there. Inbred dickholes.) It's because my loving mate has taken all the leave, favors, and work at home days she has accumulated in five years, trying to bend over backwards to get the days off I need so I can go to work. The well is dried up and she just couldn't take off anymore.
I said this much to the axeman who sat across the table from me with these empty doll eyes. (You ever meet those fuckers who are SO clearly just there in body, basically telling you without words that you aren't worth paying attention to because the decision has already been made and they are just following protocol?). Anyways, this guy says "kudos for choosing family over work, here's your last check"
On top of that, because I have been missing so much practice (cuz of work)at wrestling and because I haven't been selling as many tickets as others, I have been shelved at Fusion until further notice. They got a rehabing pro coming in that will fill the prerequisite big guy spot and leaves me out in the cold until, magickally, I start selling 50 tickets a show I'm not even in. So even the job I'm really good at is denied to me.
With times being what they are and our debt being where it is, I really don't know what to do now. I can gather apps until the next ice age but I think we all know that's an exercise in futility especially when the topic of why I lost my last job comes up. I always jokingly told Maii if worse comes to worse, I could always just prove everyone right about me, go down to the 16th ST mall and mug people for profit but now it's doesn't seem so farfetched.
Happy fuckin' Valentine's Day.
Thank you
Frosty:Lets clear stuff up. I was not laid off. I was fired. Not for doing drugs. Not because of my patient care, (in fact I've gotten a few commendations on my patient care). Not for any of the hundreds of reasons that could spring to mind when being terminated comes up.
But because I told them I couldn't work certain days.
Because Maii and I being working parents, needed someone home with the wee one when one of us was at work. Daycares being what they are (hundred bucks a week and the kids always seem to be in the news with cruelty, poisoning or some kind of sickness) were out of the question. Our solution? One works, one stays home. Simple right?
Wrong. My employers (who must remain nameless, not out of any loyalty on my part. But because they made me sign a contract that banned me from bad-mouthing them by name on the 'Net. Guess they have some kind of program scanning for uses of their moniker)and more specifically, this triflin' little mouth breather in scheduling decides to just wildly flucuate my hours. Days sometimes, nights others, weekends (yay) and weekdays (not so yay) because "people with more seniority asked for certain shifts, leaving what you see here. Sorry"
Now, I'm not unreasonable. I understand that I was low guy on the totem pole and that yes, older folks get first pick. But when I say "I can't work thursday and friday" it does NOT mean schdeule me for it anyways and THEN get snitty and act surprised when I call in saying I can't work it. And it isn't because I drank a whole keg the night before (not even a theorical, my last night working, the crew I was with were talking about doing just that after shift and then calling off the night after for hangovers and parties. And they didn't even have the decency to invite me even though I'm sitting right there. Inbred dickholes.) It's because my loving mate has taken all the leave, favors, and work at home days she has accumulated in five years, trying to bend over backwards to get the days off I need so I can go to work. The well is dried up and she just couldn't take off anymore.
I said this much to the axeman who sat across the table from me with these empty doll eyes. (You ever meet those fuckers who are SO clearly just there in body, basically telling you without words that you aren't worth paying attention to because the decision has already been made and they are just following protocol?). Anyways, this guy says "kudos for choosing family over work, here's your last check"
On top of that, because I have been missing so much practice (cuz of work)at wrestling and because I haven't been selling as many tickets as others, I have been shelved at Fusion until further notice. They got a rehabing pro coming in that will fill the prerequisite big guy spot and leaves me out in the cold until, magickally, I start selling 50 tickets a show I'm not even in. So even the job I'm really good at is denied to me.
With times being what they are and our debt being where it is, I really don't know what to do now. I can gather apps until the next ice age but I think we all know that's an exercise in futility especially when the topic of why I lost my last job comes up. I always jokingly told Maii if worse comes to worse, I could always just prove everyone right about me, go down to the 16th ST mall and mug people for profit but now it's doesn't seem so farfetched.
Happy fuckin' Valentine's Day.