Moving ahead
Though not quite at the pace I would like. Since my hours have been cut, and the job offer from my uncle seems to good to pass up, it looks like I'm moving to Morganton to be a roommate to a client with a severe head injury. This job will be quite a pain in my ass, as it is 24/7, but it's easy at the same time. Mostly a test of patience. Two grand a month for hanging out with a client. He goes home 4 days out of the month, which will give me time to socialize, and head to Asheville alone for some job interviews and such once I've saved up enough money to cover moving expenses. Saving up shouldn't be much of a challenge, either. I'm bringing in $2000, but all of the house bills are paid for (internet, rent, utilities, cable). All I need to pay is cell phone and car insurance. I should be able to put $1500 a month into savings easily. If I move closer to Asheville (or anywhere), the contract changes. I'll get 80% of what the client brings in, but I'll be responsible for all bills. That, I don't think, is going to happen, as I want to, and I know this sounds horrible, milk this job for as much money as I can, as quickly as I can, and skip off to Asheville.
My main problem with this job is actually how easy it sounds. I've found something fulfilling in hard work, almost regardless of pay. This job sounds like one in which I could lose that ethic to complacency. On the other hand, it might be a good test of my philosophy. If I have truly changed in that regard, I won't be ruined by one boring job. I'll find ways to challenge myself no matter what I'm doing.
Oh, and I also plan to enact some changes on my way out of Domino's. I want to make it better for those I leave behind. For starters, I'm going to find someone who will do something about the store itself. The roof leaks in the back (no food is prepped back there, but still, it's a fucking roof leak surrounded by black mold), the ramp is less safe for wheelchairs than the steps (loose, warped boards and nails everywhere), and the parking lot looks like it was in a meteor shower. Huge chunks of asphalt are missing because of the trucks that bring our food. I've taken pictures. Also, I intend to get checked out by a doctor. In addition to the mold situation, our bottom oven has been spewing carbon monoxide at me for two fucking years. Every time it was turned on, which is pretty much every Friday and Saturday, or whenever we're really busy, there has been this awful smell followed by headaches and dizzy spells for those tending the oven (me!). After complaining about it to four managers, the last one finally gets someone to inspect it, and sure enough, he shut it down until we could get it fixed. Unsafe levels of carbon monoxide. Causes organ failure and damage to the central nervous system. I'm not a lawsuit-oriented person, but I will sue the fuck out of Domino's.
Anyways, nothing wagered, nothing gained. I'll try out this new job. What the hell.
In other news, still hoping that something good happens between Brittany and me. Nobody else has impacted me the way she has, and with no real effort on her part. I hope I haven't been reading into things...Next chance I get, I may just spill it. Takes the pressure off of myself. Might put her in an awkward position, unless I can convince her that there is no pressure to reciprocate and that I can handle, and would in fact prefer, the truth. I just have to know. Something.
My main problem with this job is actually how easy it sounds. I've found something fulfilling in hard work, almost regardless of pay. This job sounds like one in which I could lose that ethic to complacency. On the other hand, it might be a good test of my philosophy. If I have truly changed in that regard, I won't be ruined by one boring job. I'll find ways to challenge myself no matter what I'm doing.
Oh, and I also plan to enact some changes on my way out of Domino's. I want to make it better for those I leave behind. For starters, I'm going to find someone who will do something about the store itself. The roof leaks in the back (no food is prepped back there, but still, it's a fucking roof leak surrounded by black mold), the ramp is less safe for wheelchairs than the steps (loose, warped boards and nails everywhere), and the parking lot looks like it was in a meteor shower. Huge chunks of asphalt are missing because of the trucks that bring our food. I've taken pictures. Also, I intend to get checked out by a doctor. In addition to the mold situation, our bottom oven has been spewing carbon monoxide at me for two fucking years. Every time it was turned on, which is pretty much every Friday and Saturday, or whenever we're really busy, there has been this awful smell followed by headaches and dizzy spells for those tending the oven (me!). After complaining about it to four managers, the last one finally gets someone to inspect it, and sure enough, he shut it down until we could get it fixed. Unsafe levels of carbon monoxide. Causes organ failure and damage to the central nervous system. I'm not a lawsuit-oriented person, but I will sue the fuck out of Domino's.
Anyways, nothing wagered, nothing gained. I'll try out this new job. What the hell.
In other news, still hoping that something good happens between Brittany and me. Nobody else has impacted me the way she has, and with no real effort on her part. I hope I haven't been reading into things...Next chance I get, I may just spill it. Takes the pressure off of myself. Might put her in an awkward position, unless I can convince her that there is no pressure to reciprocate and that I can handle, and would in fact prefer, the truth. I just have to know. Something.