Okay, I'm not sure if this should go in a different forum, but I need to get it off my chest. Right now I am so mad at my boyfriend I could scream. I get so frustrated with his work ethic. He's 55 and works in retail, but since 2013 started, he has called in sick to his job six times. That is unfathomable to me. I was raised that if you were conscious and mobile, you go to work. I understand the occasional sick day, and even an occasional "play hooky" day. But six in two and a half months seems unreasonable to me.
And then today happened.
Since November, I'd been trying to help him get a different job with one of my regular customers. Another retail job where he would have a greater potential for advancement. This is something he asked me to do, mind, not something that I'm pushing. I'd spent hours helping him write his resume, fill out the online applications, setting up his email accounts, etc. since he doesn't have a computer. Everything was going well. He passed everything with flying colors and he was offered the job.
I get back from vacation today, and my customer who hired him comes to my window and says "So what happened with _____?"
I said "What do you mean?"
Apparently, my boyfriend had a hiccup with one of the emails that the company sent not going through, and he took it as a "sign". He went in and turned down the job. After four months of trying to get it. After attending orientation. After me vouching for him to one of MY customers. After spending the majority of our last date (my birthday) on the phone and computer doing paperwork. He turned down the damn job.
Grr.... Prison orange is not your color.... Prison orange is not your color.... Prison orange is not your color....
I'm angry right now, and so I'm venting. In a lot of ways, he is wonderful. I guess my mistake is expecting that because he is so much older than me (I'm 29), that he is automatically more mature and responsible or that we have the same values. I just hate that we went through so much work for nothing.
And then today happened.
Since November, I'd been trying to help him get a different job with one of my regular customers. Another retail job where he would have a greater potential for advancement. This is something he asked me to do, mind, not something that I'm pushing. I'd spent hours helping him write his resume, fill out the online applications, setting up his email accounts, etc. since he doesn't have a computer. Everything was going well. He passed everything with flying colors and he was offered the job.
I get back from vacation today, and my customer who hired him comes to my window and says "So what happened with _____?"
I said "What do you mean?"
Apparently, my boyfriend had a hiccup with one of the emails that the company sent not going through, and he took it as a "sign". He went in and turned down the job. After four months of trying to get it. After attending orientation. After me vouching for him to one of MY customers. After spending the majority of our last date (my birthday) on the phone and computer doing paperwork. He turned down the damn job.
Grr.... Prison orange is not your color.... Prison orange is not your color.... Prison orange is not your color....
I'm angry right now, and so I'm venting. In a lot of ways, he is wonderful. I guess my mistake is expecting that because he is so much older than me (I'm 29), that he is automatically more mature and responsible or that we have the same values. I just hate that we went through so much work for nothing.
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