Upheaval
I think it might be time for one of those drastic change kind of moments. Here's what I've noticed about my life... it's boring. Not all the time... just most of the time. A better way to put it is this... telephone wires strung on telephone poles. On occasion something big or drastic will happen in life (the pole), and life will be exciting, and scary, and I'll be working hard, trying to keep on my toes, but as time goes on, I fall complacent, gravity tugs at the telephone wire, and I slowly slump downward... until I become an angry, wrestless malcontent. Then I get fidgity, and eventually either something happens, or I do something drastic to change the pacing of my life. Wham, another telephone pole... The phone wire is once again taught, and perhaps has even changed direction, a new beginning... and so on and so forth it goes.
I'm grumpy, and it isn't getting any better.
Container Store (the job) hasn't been giving me the love. I work there one day a week, for five and a half hours... and I have to wake up at four in the morning to be at work on that one day. It's plausable that a five and a half hour a week job where I have to wake up at four in the morning might not be worth the $40 I'll be making after taxes... but throw into the mix that I'm generally not considered a cheery person... and Container Store people are happy as Fraggles on crack... well... then it get's a lot harder to justify me staying around.
Before, during the holiday retail season I was there all the time, or at least it seemed as such. I was working at least two, sometimes three days a week, I was helping to do the heavy lifting, and enjoying the company I worked with.
Last Friday there was a bit of a talking to about work attitude. I'll admit to being a moody fellow at times. It's that artistic upbringing I have. I don't think my mood ever gets in the way of actual work. It will definately get in the way of work interactions... but never actual work. I don't mind working while I'm angry, it gives me something to focus on outside of the anger... but I don't like it when people get in my face about attitude. Especially ones who are overtly cheery people... the kind you want to drop kick while wearing soccer cleats.
Tomorrow morning I have a truck... in a mere four hours I'll be getting up, taking a shower and heading off to 7-11 for some caffine. As for right now, at the time I'm writing this, I get the feeling in a mere 9 hours I'll be talking to my boss about turning in my two weeks notice.
I'm grumpy, and it isn't getting any better.
Container Store (the job) hasn't been giving me the love. I work there one day a week, for five and a half hours... and I have to wake up at four in the morning to be at work on that one day. It's plausable that a five and a half hour a week job where I have to wake up at four in the morning might not be worth the $40 I'll be making after taxes... but throw into the mix that I'm generally not considered a cheery person... and Container Store people are happy as Fraggles on crack... well... then it get's a lot harder to justify me staying around.
Before, during the holiday retail season I was there all the time, or at least it seemed as such. I was working at least two, sometimes three days a week, I was helping to do the heavy lifting, and enjoying the company I worked with.
Last Friday there was a bit of a talking to about work attitude. I'll admit to being a moody fellow at times. It's that artistic upbringing I have. I don't think my mood ever gets in the way of actual work. It will definately get in the way of work interactions... but never actual work. I don't mind working while I'm angry, it gives me something to focus on outside of the anger... but I don't like it when people get in my face about attitude. Especially ones who are overtly cheery people... the kind you want to drop kick while wearing soccer cleats.
Tomorrow morning I have a truck... in a mere four hours I'll be getting up, taking a shower and heading off to 7-11 for some caffine. As for right now, at the time I'm writing this, I get the feeling in a mere 9 hours I'll be talking to my boss about turning in my two weeks notice.