Ass!
Went to work at 11am, showed up only to find out I was supposed to be there at 9:30 and that I am officially "on notice".
Because I was 15 minutes late a day last week and being late today, I am on "thin ice" with the area manager who wants me fired.
*heaving sigh*
Late again and Im canned.
Come on, people! Can't I relax for two fucking minutes, here?
Added motivation to start another job search,.. which I was thinking about anyways. Its not hard to get to work on time, except when accidents occur like not being able to find my keys and therefore missing my bus by 45 seconds and therefore waiting for the next one.. or misreading the schedule.
Im not "worried"... as in Im not freaking out, hyperventilating and crying hysterically weepingly asking why life hates me.
I am worried as in, Im making sure I can pay bills, get to work, and do what I need...
Here is what I want,.. it seems so simple!
To get up.
Go to work.
Work.
Not hate my coworkers.
Not hate my boss.
Not hate my job.
Go home.
What is up with these shit jobs that expect their employees to put WORK as the #1 priority in their life.
We pay you 7.63 an hour! That means that your friends are not important!
Your home is not important!
Your significant other is not important!
Your children are not important!
Your time is not important!
Your family is not important!
Your health is not important!
WORK is important!!
If you dont offer to work overtime, youre being lazy and not "commiting" to the job, to the company.
If you only work a few hours of overtime, you're not giving it your all and you have NO room to complain.. So-and-So works 60 hours a week and you don't see THEM complaining!
Pretty Pink Girl at Work (PPG@W) is always offering to work overtime,.. her days off.. etc.
I dont trust people who are like, "Ooh! Ill stay late if you want. Its ok." That is someone who has nothing worth going home to, and don't really care to fix it.
I'm sorry, but there are ALOT of things I would rather be doing than being at work,.. like sleeping, staring into space, cooking, cleaning, having a pelvic exam, running errands, watching tv, reading a book...
I dont mind pitching in, and I like getting things done/accomplished and lending a hand.. but Im not going to make myself unhappy for work again.
Sure, they should expect me to be on time and there as scheduled, yep,.. gotcha. Good point. But they bring up my absences when I started.. and being as how I am still relying on daily doses of leftover pain meds just so I can walk and sorta bend... it seems like they would understand just alittle.
Also, I just want to mention that PPG@W was talking about how she owns probably, at least, 60 pairs of shoes.
I feel like I should be embrassed by the fact that I have things that are more important for me to spend my money on than a giant shoe collection or a dvd player in my car. That I should feel bad because I dont match my shoes to my undershirt at work or do my hair or put on makeup for work...
Im sorry, but why dress up for work unless I work for tips, am interested in dating a coworker/customer, or trying to impress higher ups? I'd prefer dressing up only for Jesse. Put a little effort into myself for my friends, family and Jesse's friends and family... are strangers and co-workers in a PAWN SHOP really worth my beautifying effort? Fuck no.
Am I supposed to care if my bosses, coworkers or customers think Im attractive? I fucking hope as hell NOT!
I care only what people I love think about me, about my looks. Fuck those bitches.
I restate, I just wanna get up, go to work, work, not hate it, not hate people I have to deal with, and go the fuck home. I dont want my job to be all-consuming of my time, effort or energy,... especially at barely above minimum wage. And anyone who is "ok" with that, makes me alittle sad and alittle angry.
Im gonna down some NyQuil and be up and at them tomorrow for work.
Tomorrow is day six in a row.
Sunday will be day 7.
Labor day off.
And then I think Ive got Thursday off...
At one point, I had over $2,500 in my till. The first of the month PLUS a friday means a Boom Day in the Pawn industry.
ALSO: I hate liars. They are the bane of my existence and they HAUNT me. Of course, I have been working for credit and service companies for.. well.. years... maybe because I spend a good portion of my day dealing with liars at most of my jobs is why Im so intolerant with them in my personal life..
O, and probably because liars suck.
ALSO ALSO: I hate it when people can't pronounce high-end merchandise brand names. ESPECIALLY when they try to pretend they are an expert on them...
Hence: Me gritting my teeth as the manager kept talking about bull-OH-vah watches. It sounded more like a phonetic pronuciation of bologna rather than a $800 timepiece.
Because I was 15 minutes late a day last week and being late today, I am on "thin ice" with the area manager who wants me fired.
*heaving sigh*
Late again and Im canned.
Come on, people! Can't I relax for two fucking minutes, here?
Added motivation to start another job search,.. which I was thinking about anyways. Its not hard to get to work on time, except when accidents occur like not being able to find my keys and therefore missing my bus by 45 seconds and therefore waiting for the next one.. or misreading the schedule.
Im not "worried"... as in Im not freaking out, hyperventilating and crying hysterically weepingly asking why life hates me.
I am worried as in, Im making sure I can pay bills, get to work, and do what I need...
Here is what I want,.. it seems so simple!
To get up.
Go to work.
Work.
Not hate my coworkers.
Not hate my boss.
Not hate my job.
Go home.
What is up with these shit jobs that expect their employees to put WORK as the #1 priority in their life.
We pay you 7.63 an hour! That means that your friends are not important!
Your home is not important!
Your significant other is not important!
Your children are not important!
Your time is not important!
Your family is not important!
Your health is not important!
WORK is important!!
If you dont offer to work overtime, youre being lazy and not "commiting" to the job, to the company.
If you only work a few hours of overtime, you're not giving it your all and you have NO room to complain.. So-and-So works 60 hours a week and you don't see THEM complaining!
Pretty Pink Girl at Work (PPG@W) is always offering to work overtime,.. her days off.. etc.
I dont trust people who are like, "Ooh! Ill stay late if you want. Its ok." That is someone who has nothing worth going home to, and don't really care to fix it.
I'm sorry, but there are ALOT of things I would rather be doing than being at work,.. like sleeping, staring into space, cooking, cleaning, having a pelvic exam, running errands, watching tv, reading a book...
I dont mind pitching in, and I like getting things done/accomplished and lending a hand.. but Im not going to make myself unhappy for work again.
Sure, they should expect me to be on time and there as scheduled, yep,.. gotcha. Good point. But they bring up my absences when I started.. and being as how I am still relying on daily doses of leftover pain meds just so I can walk and sorta bend... it seems like they would understand just alittle.
Also, I just want to mention that PPG@W was talking about how she owns probably, at least, 60 pairs of shoes.
I feel like I should be embrassed by the fact that I have things that are more important for me to spend my money on than a giant shoe collection or a dvd player in my car. That I should feel bad because I dont match my shoes to my undershirt at work or do my hair or put on makeup for work...
Im sorry, but why dress up for work unless I work for tips, am interested in dating a coworker/customer, or trying to impress higher ups? I'd prefer dressing up only for Jesse. Put a little effort into myself for my friends, family and Jesse's friends and family... are strangers and co-workers in a PAWN SHOP really worth my beautifying effort? Fuck no.
Am I supposed to care if my bosses, coworkers or customers think Im attractive? I fucking hope as hell NOT!
I care only what people I love think about me, about my looks. Fuck those bitches.
I restate, I just wanna get up, go to work, work, not hate it, not hate people I have to deal with, and go the fuck home. I dont want my job to be all-consuming of my time, effort or energy,... especially at barely above minimum wage. And anyone who is "ok" with that, makes me alittle sad and alittle angry.
Im gonna down some NyQuil and be up and at them tomorrow for work.
Tomorrow is day six in a row.
Sunday will be day 7.
Labor day off.
And then I think Ive got Thursday off...
At one point, I had over $2,500 in my till. The first of the month PLUS a friday means a Boom Day in the Pawn industry.
ALSO: I hate liars. They are the bane of my existence and they HAUNT me. Of course, I have been working for credit and service companies for.. well.. years... maybe because I spend a good portion of my day dealing with liars at most of my jobs is why Im so intolerant with them in my personal life..
O, and probably because liars suck.
ALSO ALSO: I hate it when people can't pronounce high-end merchandise brand names. ESPECIALLY when they try to pretend they are an expert on them...
Hence: Me gritting my teeth as the manager kept talking about bull-OH-vah watches. It sounded more like a phonetic pronuciation of bologna rather than a $800 timepiece.