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I just wanted everyone to know that I quit my job. Yesterday.
Let the celebrations begin!!!!!
Ahhhhh, I thought I would never quit. I wanted to give notice Monday. (I have had one of those jobs where you give notice=you are toast.) But I couldn't do Monday because Saturday the crazy girl from one of our stores didn't show up from work. They had to plan a substitute and they took the guy from our store. (Later we found out that she spent the weekend in jail for fighting with her boyfriend. Nice.)
Well, with them taking J-- that left Tuesday as the next option. But, Manager Dude wanted to go job hunting too and once I left he knew that the shit would hit the fan and he would not be able to leave the store much at all. So I stayed Tuesday and planned for Wednesday implosions. Tuesday was still on the back of my mind though... and it was the 13th. How appropriate. But when manager dude got there he looked sick. he was sick. The flu has been going around here and not just any strain... it's the puke and shit strain. So he went to the bathroom... came back and let me break for lunch. When I came back for lunch I found out that he had spent most of the time in the bathroom. He went home sick. I worked open to close.
So yesterday, the 14th, I finally let the bomb drop. I cushioned it with everything I could think of and things went relatively well from my point of view. Told boss woman that I wanted to be re-hireable in case they ever hired part time. (She has steadily resisted the part-time idea for months now.) Well, to make me available in the future she has to be reasonably nice to me now. She actually "accepted" my two weeks and was relatively gracious about the whole thing (to me).
To manager dude it was another story. She took him out and had a long bitch session with him before she came back to "release" me. She insisted that he will work 6 day work weeks, backing out his hours by taking 1 1/2 hour lunches and his only day off will be Sunday. She also wants to make him her "Assistant" which gives him $2000 more a year and requires extensive travel and (essentially) he would have her job. (She is making a jump up the corporate ladder that none of us "knows about" yet.)
He refused and when I called today he said it got really ugly before it was all over. He won and she cried and P.S. he's looking for a job--she be thrilled the day he quits.
So my plane leaves Wednesday at 3pm. I'm so excited. I am tickled pink about quitting job of terror. Went in to interview at school today--not sure it will be much better but it will definitely be a higher caliber of folks.
One of the gals at the mall came by to update me on her diet. She is taking "fat girl pills" which her daughter lost 30lbs with. She is hoping for the same result. She has to "work now so I can start saving up for a face job, but I'm gonna have my teeth done first." Good for her--her teeth are awful. She went on to describe how the "fat girl pills" work. "Just makes me lose all my appetite--I don't eat nuthin' now." Then she told me allllllll about how she will only drink Pepsi products and how it "tastes just the same, but the food I just don't eat any." The next item on her diet? Beer. "You don't take my beer away--I love my beer." Yum. It's the Pepsi/Beer diet. If she'll just write a book about her experiences she'll be able to afford that makeover.
Anyhow, I'm excited *hops around on one foot* Job is over and done (hey, it was better than my last one with the creepy boss from hell who won't pay up). I'm thrilled to be leaving. And just a wee bit nervous because I have to find Ansbach by myself, but like I keep telling everyone: "I'm a big girl--I'll find it somehow." But when they told me that the teacher leading the group got lost--well, that's a little disconcerting. Of course she can bearly remember her own name so I guess it's not so bad.
Let the celebrations begin!!!!!
Ahhhhh, I thought I would never quit. I wanted to give notice Monday. (I have had one of those jobs where you give notice=you are toast.) But I couldn't do Monday because Saturday the crazy girl from one of our stores didn't show up from work. They had to plan a substitute and they took the guy from our store. (Later we found out that she spent the weekend in jail for fighting with her boyfriend. Nice.)
Well, with them taking J-- that left Tuesday as the next option. But, Manager Dude wanted to go job hunting too and once I left he knew that the shit would hit the fan and he would not be able to leave the store much at all. So I stayed Tuesday and planned for Wednesday implosions. Tuesday was still on the back of my mind though... and it was the 13th. How appropriate. But when manager dude got there he looked sick. he was sick. The flu has been going around here and not just any strain... it's the puke and shit strain. So he went to the bathroom... came back and let me break for lunch. When I came back for lunch I found out that he had spent most of the time in the bathroom. He went home sick. I worked open to close.
So yesterday, the 14th, I finally let the bomb drop. I cushioned it with everything I could think of and things went relatively well from my point of view. Told boss woman that I wanted to be re-hireable in case they ever hired part time. (She has steadily resisted the part-time idea for months now.) Well, to make me available in the future she has to be reasonably nice to me now. She actually "accepted" my two weeks and was relatively gracious about the whole thing (to me).
To manager dude it was another story. She took him out and had a long bitch session with him before she came back to "release" me. She insisted that he will work 6 day work weeks, backing out his hours by taking 1 1/2 hour lunches and his only day off will be Sunday. She also wants to make him her "Assistant" which gives him $2000 more a year and requires extensive travel and (essentially) he would have her job. (She is making a jump up the corporate ladder that none of us "knows about" yet.)
He refused and when I called today he said it got really ugly before it was all over. He won and she cried and P.S. he's looking for a job--she be thrilled the day he quits.
So my plane leaves Wednesday at 3pm. I'm so excited. I am tickled pink about quitting job of terror. Went in to interview at school today--not sure it will be much better but it will definitely be a higher caliber of folks.
One of the gals at the mall came by to update me on her diet. She is taking "fat girl pills" which her daughter lost 30lbs with. She is hoping for the same result. She has to "work now so I can start saving up for a face job, but I'm gonna have my teeth done first." Good for her--her teeth are awful. She went on to describe how the "fat girl pills" work. "Just makes me lose all my appetite--I don't eat nuthin' now." Then she told me allllllll about how she will only drink Pepsi products and how it "tastes just the same, but the food I just don't eat any." The next item on her diet? Beer. "You don't take my beer away--I love my beer." Yum. It's the Pepsi/Beer diet. If she'll just write a book about her experiences she'll be able to afford that makeover.
Anyhow, I'm excited *hops around on one foot* Job is over and done (hey, it was better than my last one with the creepy boss from hell who won't pay up). I'm thrilled to be leaving. And just a wee bit nervous because I have to find Ansbach by myself, but like I keep telling everyone: "I'm a big girl--I'll find it somehow." But when they told me that the teacher leading the group got lost--well, that's a little disconcerting. Of course she can bearly remember her own name so I guess it's not so bad.