Being an adult sucks.
So, I just got offered a job that pays better and is located in Carmel. Yes. I would be working among the rich and snotty (but hey! I'd be getting paid more) for the people that Shaun works for off and on. So what's not to love? The more money part? No ... that's a definite plus cause like ... no more 60 dollar checks! Woo! The location? In beautiful and sunny Carmel? Nope, not seeing that be a problem either.
My drawback? I've been working with Care Plus for like six months now and I only work with Bob and Chong, so it's not like I'm an anonymous face in a crowd of dozens. Quitting there isn't quite as easy as it would be elsewhere. Like, because I work with only them, I feel like I have an obligation to them. They trained me. They gave me this rad-ass flexible schedule. They're nice. (Or at least Bob is.)
"But, Mallory",you say, "Isn't Chong Satan incarnate? Why dost thou feel pity for the she-devil?" Well ... you make a good point. But Bob is a nice person and he is just drowning in misery with Chong. Things are so agitated between them, I don't want to like ... cause further strain. "And that's your problem how? It's my problem because I'm a freaking nice person, damnit. I can't just bail on people like that. I really can't.
I don't know! I don't know what to do. It's evil. I hate decisions, I really do. (Because I'm still stuck in this whole high school mentality, you see. Down with taking responsibility for one's self!) I guess I'll just mention it to Bob and see what he says. What he thinks. I have a feeling he'd understand, but I think I owe it to him to be honest and open about this and let him have a say. *sigh* We shall see.
I suck at being career-minded. Like, seriously ... if I was doing what was best for me, I'd take the job that pays more and offers a chance at moving up in station. Evil. Stupid hyperactive conscience.
My drawback? I've been working with Care Plus for like six months now and I only work with Bob and Chong, so it's not like I'm an anonymous face in a crowd of dozens. Quitting there isn't quite as easy as it would be elsewhere. Like, because I work with only them, I feel like I have an obligation to them. They trained me. They gave me this rad-ass flexible schedule. They're nice. (Or at least Bob is.)
"But, Mallory",you say, "Isn't Chong Satan incarnate? Why dost thou feel pity for the she-devil?" Well ... you make a good point. But Bob is a nice person and he is just drowning in misery with Chong. Things are so agitated between them, I don't want to like ... cause further strain. "And that's your problem how? It's my problem because I'm a freaking nice person, damnit. I can't just bail on people like that. I really can't.
I don't know! I don't know what to do. It's evil. I hate decisions, I really do. (Because I'm still stuck in this whole high school mentality, you see. Down with taking responsibility for one's self!) I guess I'll just mention it to Bob and see what he says. What he thinks. I have a feeling he'd understand, but I think I owe it to him to be honest and open about this and let him have a say. *sigh* We shall see.
I suck at being career-minded. Like, seriously ... if I was doing what was best for me, I'd take the job that pays more and offers a chance at moving up in station. Evil. Stupid hyperactive conscience.