I'm Dying

[orchidchaos]

Okay, I'm used to doing a hard day's work. I'm not a wimp. When I worked at Costco I was used to lifting fifty lbs. + and other junk repeatedly over and over again. Why is it that when I work five hours at a restaurant doing nothing but standing on my feet all day, I feel like I'm going to collapse? Perhaps it all the freaking cigarette smoke that I'm allergic to. Maybe its the fact that these fuckers call me at the crack of dawn and tell me to come and work immediately and then stay five or six hours longer than my normal shift.

I got my first paycheck. I worked for three weeks working shifts of 6-8 hours with one twelve hour shift.

I only made $280 dollars. The waitstaff gets more in tips during one night! But will they train me to be on waitstaff? Hell no. They won't even train me for my rightful position behind the carryout counter.

This isn't worth it.

I may sound like a whiny bitch right now, but ...

I called in sick today and they were pissed. One sick day compared to all the extra hours that I work for them... all the favors they ask of me I do. I even agreed to do another double/ and a half shift next week.

One sick day and they're pissed.

I need a new job. Peferably one where I don't come home reeking everynight.

I'm so freaking tired and it hasn't even been a month.