It's been a long, long, long, long time
Yesterday I went to ALDI's for orientation. Or so I thought. I thought I was going just for orientation (AKA watch a movie and sign your name) but they actually had a shirt there with the name "Heather" embroidered on it. My name is not Heather. I cannot stress that enough.
So, they made me watch this video about sexual harrassment. And the guy was saying how terrible it was before he put it on, and then he told me that it wasn't very long so don't worry. So like halfway through, I asked him, "how long is this?" and he looked at me with a very straight face and said, "About 10 minutes. Why?" Ok, psychopath, now the video is important???? If only they really knew my work history, they never would have hired me. It's not my fault all jobs suck. If there was a job that I could go to whenever I felt like and stay for as long or as little as I wanted to, it would be fine. Especially if the job was outside in the summer, and at my house in the winter, and I could spend my time sleeping or reading. That is the perfect job. And actually, I don't mind answering the phone once in a while either.
Which reminds me that the only job I can tolerate is coming up soon. My week at the law office. It's great. It's fabulous, it's wonderful. It's one week in the summer when the regular secretary goes on vacation and they hire me to answer the phones and make some copies. And they pay me like $300 for the week. It's 8 hours a day, 9-5, but I get as long as I want for lunch, and when the phone isn't ringing, I read. last year I read two books that week. And I also get to wear skirts and whatever the hell shoes I want. The ALDI manual actually said that they prefer their employees wear steel-toed shoes. Are people going to be hurling things at my feet???
ANYWAYS, Aldi decided that it would be A-ok to schedule me for this week. wtf? they bring me in on Tuesday for alleged Orientation, and then throw it at me that I'm also supposed to be there every day this week? Isn't there some kind of law against that? Seriously, I hate working. I'm glad that I am able to work, and all, but why can't I have a little receptionist job where I wear pink and curl my hair?
So I went in there today and told the manager that I could not come in today, nor can I come in next Saturday (only b/c I don't want to, I can actually manage to finish all my work without taking that off, but I already took it off from Tops so why sacrifice my freedom, right? So I feel good now. There's nothing like being an asshole when you haven't even started working somewhere.