There are days....
Ever since I got here, I kept myself going because I knew it was only temporary. When I didn't make any friends, when I didn't make the wages I was expecting.... "It's only temporary."
But, there are days...
moments, really...
like when walking home from the post office, and the light is still lightly kissing the tops of the higher buildings.... when the steeple of the aging church gleams as if to greet the early risen moon.....I think I'll miss this place.
Then I go to sleep, and wake up the next day. I realise that I don't want to get up, because I'll have to start another 10 hour day at the shop. I'll have to try and do the work of two people, and be reprimanded if I let anything slip. I do this for $80-95/day. Sometimes this is justified in my mind, because I don't pay rent and I have free use of a vehicle. So... I'm ahead. But only sometimes...
Then, a dealership calls. Wants a rush vehicle done by the end of the day. Unfortunately, he is the third one to call that day. Being a receptionist means I get to be the messenger.... both ways. Working with a bunch of dent techs means there aren't too many options for public relations. I get to be the one to tell the customers that they have to wait... three days longer.... a week. I get to tell them that their dent that we said we could fix, is unfixable.....etc.
There are days... when my coworkers buy each other breakfast, and make silly or lewd jokes about each other...when they surprise me, with their kindness or intelligence.... I think I'll miss this place.
Then, somebody complains about the boss, my uncle. They'll cut him down and say he's getting old. He's not running things right... etc....
There are days.... when I just want to come home.
But, there are days...
moments, really...
like when walking home from the post office, and the light is still lightly kissing the tops of the higher buildings.... when the steeple of the aging church gleams as if to greet the early risen moon.....I think I'll miss this place.
Then I go to sleep, and wake up the next day. I realise that I don't want to get up, because I'll have to start another 10 hour day at the shop. I'll have to try and do the work of two people, and be reprimanded if I let anything slip. I do this for $80-95/day. Sometimes this is justified in my mind, because I don't pay rent and I have free use of a vehicle. So... I'm ahead. But only sometimes...
Then, a dealership calls. Wants a rush vehicle done by the end of the day. Unfortunately, he is the third one to call that day. Being a receptionist means I get to be the messenger.... both ways. Working with a bunch of dent techs means there aren't too many options for public relations. I get to be the one to tell the customers that they have to wait... three days longer.... a week. I get to tell them that their dent that we said we could fix, is unfixable.....etc.
There are days... when my coworkers buy each other breakfast, and make silly or lewd jokes about each other...when they surprise me, with their kindness or intelligence.... I think I'll miss this place.
Then, somebody complains about the boss, my uncle. They'll cut him down and say he's getting old. He's not running things right... etc....
There are days.... when I just want to come home.