It's been forever
My job has finally stopped with the 10 hour a day, 5 day a week shifts that they were giving me. (Now it's down to 9 hours a day, whoot!) Funny how when I write it out like that (and even when I'm working it), it seems like a lot of hours, but in reality, I'm only making about 5 hours of overtime (if that) each week. Weird.
I'm supposed to be starting manager training within the next month or so. I'm really nervous about it, because I've always been just a peon at any job I've had and I never really had aspirations of greatness. I just wanna show up, do my work, get my pay, play my (online) games and (rarely) go out to a movie or something if the mood strikes me. I can do that now (well, I could if I had a car), so why do I need to be a manager?
I suppose if I'm being honest with myself, I can see that being a manager means some good things:
1) More money. When trying to get out of debt and repair credit history mistakes, this is a good thing. Also, I find myself thinking more and more on home ownership and more money = bigger down payment = less of a mortgage to be taking upon myself. Niceness abounds.
2) Fewer 60 hour work weeks. Supposedly, managers don't make overtime very often, so my workaholic days will most likely be behind me. More time to spend spoiling my Beastie is always a good thing. (And yes, I really did work more than 60 hours one week. I think it was only that one time and then my boss got his ass chewed off and they started watching my hours a bit more closely.)
3) Paid vacations. Managers get one week of paid vacation time (to start) each year. (Need I say more?)
4) Different benefits. I'm not sure if it's more, I'm not sure if it's better. I just know that the benefits package that managers get is different than the peon package. (Hopefully, it's better and LESS. . .)
There's other things (I think), but my brain is fried right now. I'm not thinking straight.
I think my fear comes from me not being a very upwardly mobile person (did I already mention that?). I don't want to be a boss. I don't want responsibilities. I just want a steady paycheck. And I need that paycheck to be big enough for me and the Beastie to live off of. I got that now. Anything else, and my low self esteem having brain thinks I'm rocking the boat and asking for trouble.
**sigh**
And the Beastie thinks I'm joking when I say I'd take her place in school if she'd take my place at work. . .
I'm tired. Maybe I'll type more later. . .
I'm supposed to be starting manager training within the next month or so. I'm really nervous about it, because I've always been just a peon at any job I've had and I never really had aspirations of greatness. I just wanna show up, do my work, get my pay, play my (online) games and (rarely) go out to a movie or something if the mood strikes me. I can do that now (well, I could if I had a car), so why do I need to be a manager?
I suppose if I'm being honest with myself, I can see that being a manager means some good things:
1) More money. When trying to get out of debt and repair credit history mistakes, this is a good thing. Also, I find myself thinking more and more on home ownership and more money = bigger down payment = less of a mortgage to be taking upon myself. Niceness abounds.
2) Fewer 60 hour work weeks. Supposedly, managers don't make overtime very often, so my workaholic days will most likely be behind me. More time to spend spoiling my Beastie is always a good thing. (And yes, I really did work more than 60 hours one week. I think it was only that one time and then my boss got his ass chewed off and they started watching my hours a bit more closely.)
3) Paid vacations. Managers get one week of paid vacation time (to start) each year. (Need I say more?)
4) Different benefits. I'm not sure if it's more, I'm not sure if it's better. I just know that the benefits package that managers get is different than the peon package. (Hopefully, it's better and LESS. . .)
There's other things (I think), but my brain is fried right now. I'm not thinking straight.
I think my fear comes from me not being a very upwardly mobile person (did I already mention that?). I don't want to be a boss. I don't want responsibilities. I just want a steady paycheck. And I need that paycheck to be big enough for me and the Beastie to live off of. I got that now. Anything else, and my low self esteem having brain thinks I'm rocking the boat and asking for trouble.
**sigh**
And the Beastie thinks I'm joking when I say I'd take her place in school if she'd take my place at work. . .
I'm tired. Maybe I'll type more later. . .