on the dole
As you may or may have not heard, I got fired from the Apple store on Friday. It went like this:
The store owner left for the day. The manager I work with the most often called me into the back room at about 5:45 on Friday, and looked really sheepish as he told me they had to let me go. There was no particular thing he could point to that was a reason for my being fired, I was just not happy in my job (true) and it showed (debatable). I was right for the company, but not for the job (false, they're hiring for a position I've expressed interest in). I was of course completely welcome to still come bowling on Thursday, as per previous plans (oh, definitely).
My first question was "...Really?" Yeah. My second question was "How long will I stay on health insurance?" Until the end of October, which is good cuz I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on the 4th. I didn't really have any questions; it was kind of obvious to me at least why I got fired, even though there isn't really a reason. They'd just kind of used me up with all those long periods of working both receptionist positions by myself. It was really stressful and made me hate working there even though I got really efficient at the position, so they brought in someone who didn't hate working there yet, had me train her, then dropped my tired ass.
So I walked around saying goodbye, and I was at least a little vindicated when every single person I said goodbye to was like, "That's fucked up, man." This job has made me feel like I'm taking crazy pills from the very beginning, walking this weird line between what I'm supposed to do and what is possible, what I'm told to do by four different managers, trying to balance contradictory rules. At least everyone was as surprised as me; makes me feel a little more like the crazy comes from the environment and not me.
HOWEVER this story has been very sad, but... I worked at the Apple store for a little over a year, which means...
UNEMPLOYMENT!
Oh yes. I am on the dole. There's a waiting week, so I'm not on the dole quite yet, but I don't have to go to work, and I'm apparently (from what I've been told) going to get 60% of my wages from the government for the next 26 weeks.
Can I just repeat that? I'm going to get MONEY to SIT AROUND and DO NOTHING.
So of course I'm not going to do nothing, but I'm not in a rush to find a job. I've done all kinds of fixing-up projects around the house in my first day of unemployment that I've been meaning to do for weeks. I'm going to primarily use this time to get freelancing off the ground, hopefully, and maybe at the end of my 26 weeks I won't have to get a job. Right. Well, that's the best-case scenario. Second-best-case scenario is I get a job that doesn't utterly blow. And maybe pays above the poverty line.
So I've decided to keep an unemployment diary and keep track of the things I do on unemployment so I don't sit around the house all day. I'm gonna do a fair amount of netflixing, no lies, but I'm gonna do productive things too.
DAY 1: MONDAY 9/24
Painted floating bookshelves glossy brown
Painted trim in room glossy brown, as I had leftover paint
Arranged books by color
Hung penguin painting and several record covers in entrance hall
Decoupaged large board
Made Korean barbeque
Rescued drawers from side of the road to make shelving in living room
Finished cutting out chandelier stencil
Painted most of chandelier stencil above TV, stopped 3/4 of the way through because of hand cramps
Put rack on the back of bike
Stole crate for back of bike
Got groceries
DAY 2: TUESDAY 9/25
Installed toilet paper holder in bathroom (tricky because of drywall, but NICK OWNS A DRILL OMG)
Started fucking around with rescued drawers
Watched Sopranos
Changed sheets
Did laundry
And now I'm gonna go bike around. Because I can. BITCHES.
The store owner left for the day. The manager I work with the most often called me into the back room at about 5:45 on Friday, and looked really sheepish as he told me they had to let me go. There was no particular thing he could point to that was a reason for my being fired, I was just not happy in my job (true) and it showed (debatable). I was right for the company, but not for the job (false, they're hiring for a position I've expressed interest in). I was of course completely welcome to still come bowling on Thursday, as per previous plans (oh, definitely).
My first question was "...Really?" Yeah. My second question was "How long will I stay on health insurance?" Until the end of October, which is good cuz I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on the 4th. I didn't really have any questions; it was kind of obvious to me at least why I got fired, even though there isn't really a reason. They'd just kind of used me up with all those long periods of working both receptionist positions by myself. It was really stressful and made me hate working there even though I got really efficient at the position, so they brought in someone who didn't hate working there yet, had me train her, then dropped my tired ass.
So I walked around saying goodbye, and I was at least a little vindicated when every single person I said goodbye to was like, "That's fucked up, man." This job has made me feel like I'm taking crazy pills from the very beginning, walking this weird line between what I'm supposed to do and what is possible, what I'm told to do by four different managers, trying to balance contradictory rules. At least everyone was as surprised as me; makes me feel a little more like the crazy comes from the environment and not me.
HOWEVER this story has been very sad, but... I worked at the Apple store for a little over a year, which means...
UNEMPLOYMENT!
Oh yes. I am on the dole. There's a waiting week, so I'm not on the dole quite yet, but I don't have to go to work, and I'm apparently (from what I've been told) going to get 60% of my wages from the government for the next 26 weeks.
Can I just repeat that? I'm going to get MONEY to SIT AROUND and DO NOTHING.
So of course I'm not going to do nothing, but I'm not in a rush to find a job. I've done all kinds of fixing-up projects around the house in my first day of unemployment that I've been meaning to do for weeks. I'm going to primarily use this time to get freelancing off the ground, hopefully, and maybe at the end of my 26 weeks I won't have to get a job. Right. Well, that's the best-case scenario. Second-best-case scenario is I get a job that doesn't utterly blow. And maybe pays above the poverty line.
So I've decided to keep an unemployment diary and keep track of the things I do on unemployment so I don't sit around the house all day. I'm gonna do a fair amount of netflixing, no lies, but I'm gonna do productive things too.
DAY 1: MONDAY 9/24
Painted floating bookshelves glossy brown
Painted trim in room glossy brown, as I had leftover paint
Arranged books by color
Hung penguin painting and several record covers in entrance hall
Decoupaged large board
Made Korean barbeque
Rescued drawers from side of the road to make shelving in living room
Finished cutting out chandelier stencil
Painted most of chandelier stencil above TV, stopped 3/4 of the way through because of hand cramps
Put rack on the back of bike
Stole crate for back of bike
Got groceries
DAY 2: TUESDAY 9/25
Installed toilet paper holder in bathroom (tricky because of drywall, but NICK OWNS A DRILL OMG)
Started fucking around with rescued drawers
Watched Sopranos
Changed sheets
Did laundry
And now I'm gonna go bike around. Because I can. BITCHES.