Son of a fucking bitch

Oct 08, 2008 17:46

I'd like to say that I hate that I come from a poor family that is literally salivating at my job prospects and only remembers parts of things I've already told them.

Of course they DON'T REMEMBER the part where I say "I don't want to talk about it." So they pester and they bother and they ask repeatedly. Don't you think that when I come to a decision, I would have TOLD somebody?!

So seriously. This job offer thats kinda crap but I'm pretty sure I'm taking? I say it's per diem, which means "30% more pay with no job security and no benefits." AND delioette is lurking so they may reccommend us cutting people, namely the per diem people.

So what do they hear? "30% more pay" and they say things like well you know your benefits don't start immediately, when I've already said that I don't get benefits. And "oh you should buy this house" when I've already said that there was no fucking JOB SECURITY. Oh they sit there and calculate my monthly income and start spending it in their heads and how cushy a life I'm going to lead. CUSHY. I'm taking a midnight job and they can only think about how it's CUSHY. And how I'm the luckiest one in the family. Oh, I'm sorry but I wasn't aware that working hard, studying and doing well in school was by chance.

Well, it's my job offer. I've worked my ass off for it and DON'T fucking tell me how to spend my money. It's mine and I'm pretty sure I know my own finances ($20,000 in school loans) better than anyone else does. Now please. Back the fuck off.
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