the fine art of bailing...
yeah, when I get back from jersey (oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm going there over easter), I am looking for a new job (or jobs).....seriously, I am....even if I have to take two shitty food service jobs to cover how many hours I have now and the pay, I'm gonna do it.....
and why?
because each day when I come into work, I see more and more signs that my boss is going to bail out and close up shop....and more than likely, he probably will not tell me until the last day we're open.....that seems to be how he rolls.....so yeah, I've decided I need to jump ship while I can, get another job, and get the fuck out of there....anyways, I really do hate that job, maybe a change will be good for me...
even mcdonalds would work, it's a really horrible job, but it seems that the people who work at the one in edinboro have a pretty good time, and adam knows the second shift manager....it'd be kind of sweet to get into second shift....it seems like they have fun....and at least I know the place isn't going to close down....
when I came into work today, I realized that he hadn't made an order for this week, so we're out of a bunch of stuff, and some cigarette reps came in about contracts for the second quarter, and he sent them away, and I know vendors have been coming in and he hasn't been getting anything from them....he said he was thinking about making some changes, but I'm pretty sure he's just going to close the place down.....
and yeah, I'm kind of depressed about that....not because I like the job, but more of the fact that I work my ass off, bend over backwards for customers, and actually give a shit and do my job well, and in the long run, it will not amount to anything....I mean, I know that it's just the american way of life, but even something like a 5 cent raise or a small promotion would have been nice....it's at the point where I have just stopped caring.....even more so....I could give a fuck about doing a good job right now, because the place is probably going to go under, and I don't want to be there when it gets swallowed by the waves....
and why?
because each day when I come into work, I see more and more signs that my boss is going to bail out and close up shop....and more than likely, he probably will not tell me until the last day we're open.....that seems to be how he rolls.....so yeah, I've decided I need to jump ship while I can, get another job, and get the fuck out of there....anyways, I really do hate that job, maybe a change will be good for me...
even mcdonalds would work, it's a really horrible job, but it seems that the people who work at the one in edinboro have a pretty good time, and adam knows the second shift manager....it'd be kind of sweet to get into second shift....it seems like they have fun....and at least I know the place isn't going to close down....
when I came into work today, I realized that he hadn't made an order for this week, so we're out of a bunch of stuff, and some cigarette reps came in about contracts for the second quarter, and he sent them away, and I know vendors have been coming in and he hasn't been getting anything from them....he said he was thinking about making some changes, but I'm pretty sure he's just going to close the place down.....
and yeah, I'm kind of depressed about that....not because I like the job, but more of the fact that I work my ass off, bend over backwards for customers, and actually give a shit and do my job well, and in the long run, it will not amount to anything....I mean, I know that it's just the american way of life, but even something like a 5 cent raise or a small promotion would have been nice....it's at the point where I have just stopped caring.....even more so....I could give a fuck about doing a good job right now, because the place is probably going to go under, and I don't want to be there when it gets swallowed by the waves....