for the past 12 years, since I started working at 16, i have never had a job that I didn't work weekends. Or if I did have a job that was weekend free (Like the Firm) then I had a 2nd job that took up my weekends. In January I was so happy, I thought I was finally gonna get rid of working on the weekends and start having them free. And now I'm stuck again. I talked to a friend of mine here and she said that to be polite and have proper ettiquette and not cause bad blood I should wait 6 more months before I even consider leaving the spa because of the huge favor my manager there did for me by hiring me back.
When I worked at walmart that last time in Arkansas with Suga and Pimpie it was ok that I worked the weekends, we worked em together and had other days that we were free. No one I know up here works weekends, they have thier time free to do whatever they want on the weekends. Joe doesn't work weekends and it's driving me crazy. If I want a weekend off I have to request in advance and get unpaid time off for it. UNPAID.
And I'm afraid to look for another job and put in my notice again and it not work out. It's not like she's going to keep hiring me back. But how much longer could I work 2 jobs and be satisfied that the mon-fri gig is gonna stick and not end up like the Manufacturing place I worked at? I know that not all owners/bosses are crazy insane assholes, but c'mon. I'm freakin out here man. I'm tired of having my weekends taken up to where me and Joe can't just hop in the truck and go somewhere for a whole day without all this bullshit to have to go through first.
ok, just ignore me. im a little bitchy about working this summer and knowing what's going to happen to my life when the summer hours starts. and unless we get up and going at the butasscrackofdawn there isn't anything we can really do for those few precious moments before I leave for work.
I bought another pack of cigarettes. I also bought some medication to help me sleep. Advil PM. and it works well. I'll be trying to quit smoking again soon. just kinda stressed right now.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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I passionately hated working weekends as a regular punch the clock kind of thing (although I did a lot of weekend work in other jobs, where it was wholly a matter of me getting in and catching up on stuff when the phone was quiet and such).
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