Wedding present to myself
I quit LB yesterday.
The DM came in to overhaul our store for the May MMP and decided that, a week after losing our SSL, I wasn't doing enough to change the store and the behaviors of the girls. I told her on the phone a week ago that I would try; she reinitiated that conversation and started railroading me towards finally saying I couldn't do it ("Can you do this? " "I can try my best." " No! Can you do this?" "Yes, I can. " "I don't believe you. Can. You. Do. This??"). When I mentioned that this wasn't the greatest time for me (you know, wedding in 8 days, large amount of time off scheduled...) she said, "Jesus Christ, Katie, are you part of this team or not??"
So I told her this wasn't working out, handed in my keys, signed a resignation and left.
I feel bad for Meghann and Ivy, but I'm not going to give up my wedding and honeymoon for an hourly sales job where A) I get yelled at by someone who hasn't worked a store in, oh, 5 years; B) I spend the first hour and a half of my shift working off the gas I've used to get there that day and C) I could never just clock out and walk away from. No, no, nope.
There are a couple regional theatres I can volunteer at, at least, until I get another job, and the zoo and humane society to keep me busy so I don't drive Ike to wanting to divorce me if I don't find a new job right away after the honeymoon. I won't have to buy gas every three days and I won't be absolutely sedentary for an hour and half each day. I can rejuvenate my dance practice, I can apply my energy to things like garb and poi and finally learning my whip, rather than to things that I can't control, like foot traffic, credit counts, and daily sales.
I can get back into theatre. This makes me....inexplicably happy at the prospect. I bought modeling clay the other day and we've got a bunch of cardboard in the garage; I'm thinking I can make a return to masks and puppets at some point.
Really, I feel pretty good about everything.
The DM came in to overhaul our store for the May MMP and decided that, a week after losing our SSL, I wasn't doing enough to change the store and the behaviors of the girls. I told her on the phone a week ago that I would try; she reinitiated that conversation and started railroading me towards finally saying I couldn't do it ("Can you do this? " "I can try my best." " No! Can you do this?" "Yes, I can. " "I don't believe you. Can. You. Do. This??"). When I mentioned that this wasn't the greatest time for me (you know, wedding in 8 days, large amount of time off scheduled...) she said, "Jesus Christ, Katie, are you part of this team or not??"
So I told her this wasn't working out, handed in my keys, signed a resignation and left.
I feel bad for Meghann and Ivy, but I'm not going to give up my wedding and honeymoon for an hourly sales job where A) I get yelled at by someone who hasn't worked a store in, oh, 5 years; B) I spend the first hour and a half of my shift working off the gas I've used to get there that day and C) I could never just clock out and walk away from. No, no, nope.
There are a couple regional theatres I can volunteer at, at least, until I get another job, and the zoo and humane society to keep me busy so I don't drive Ike to wanting to divorce me if I don't find a new job right away after the honeymoon. I won't have to buy gas every three days and I won't be absolutely sedentary for an hour and half each day. I can rejuvenate my dance practice, I can apply my energy to things like garb and poi and finally learning my whip, rather than to things that I can't control, like foot traffic, credit counts, and daily sales.
I can get back into theatre. This makes me....inexplicably happy at the prospect. I bought modeling clay the other day and we've got a bunch of cardboard in the garage; I'm thinking I can make a return to masks and puppets at some point.
Really, I feel pretty good about everything.