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(Apparently my first attempt to post didn't go through, so I'll try again.)
I turned in my notice at the office job and will go back to the fabric store.
There are so many things wrong with my current job at the office that it's hard to know where to begin. I already posted about the office cat on Fratching. Well, the second in command finally got the cat spayed, which is a bit like locking the barn door after the horses have been stolen. The place still reeks of cat urine, the cat is still spraying and peeing everywhere, there's dried urine on the walls and the carpet has to be rotting by now, and the summer warmth is making the stench even worse. The landlord even came by, and the second-in command literally sprinted to the door to meet him outside rather than having him come in! So yeah, she knows it's wrong, and it still hasn't been cleaned up. And to add to the smell, the paper we were using in the copier was no longer being made, so our supplier got us a new type of paper. The new paper has a very strong, unpleasant chemical smell, and gives you a headache. Even the second-in command complained about the smell of the paper.
The company engages in some other practices that I find questionable. I can't go into detail about it, as it would be too easy to pinpoint where I work. But a lot of companies we did business with are pretty irked with us and have broken off business ties.
The final straw came last month, when I found out that the woman who hired me, the collections person and a good friend, has been laid off. She worked with the company for fourteen years and they just dumped her like a bag of moldy tangerines. Of all the office staff, if anyone should’ve been laid off, it should’ve been me. I’m the lowest one on the totem pole, my job (file clerk) is the least important, I’m getting minimum wage and I don’t have the schooling, experience or ability to cover anyone else’s job.
The job is killing me. The stench is making me sick, the stress is making me crazy, and the depression that’s haunted me on and off for most of my life is back at the worst level it’s ever been. I’ve been snacking far too much, drinking too much Pepsi to keep myself awake and gained about ten pounds on my already overweight frame.
So, I’ve turned in my notice, and gotten my old job back at the fabric store. The second-in-command wasn’t happy about it, but accepted it and immediately put a job notice up on Craigslist. By the end of the day, we’d received 65 resumes. She’s going to start interviewing next week. Hopefully, they can find an applicant who can do the job, doesn’t care about the questionable mores and has no sense of smell.
Thursday night, after discussing the move with my husband (who wasn’t too thrilled, but finally conceded that it would probably be better for my health) and typing up a notice, I spent all night tossing and turning; didn’t get one bit of sleep. Major, major anxiety hit me. I wasn’t just scared; I was terrified. I honestly don’t know why; they loved me at the fabric store, and I desperately needed to get out of the office. True, it will mean a cut in the finances, but everyone’s dealing with that nowadays; we’ll just have to deal with it, too.
But after I turned in my notice and got the job with the fabric store, I feel like a massive weight has been lifted from my back. I slept like a rock last night and woke up feeling absolutely wonderful, the best I've felt in many months.
Everyone said to wait to get a better job, but I couldn't; for the last several months I've been handing in resumes left, right and center, doing interviews and everything else, and gotten bupkis. It could be years before I get a really good job, and frankly, I couldn't last there that long.
The fabric store wasn't perfect (we did get the occasional SC there, though the ratio is a lot lower than most places I've worked at, and the building itself is overdue for the wrecking ball), and I'd still be making minimum, but they've got a good management team, wonderful employees and everyone is treated fairly. I did a good job there, and they told me when I left that I was eligible for rehire, and when I went in to request my job back, the store manager was borderline giddy about it!
I won't be getting the 40 hours I was getting at the office job; but the manager said a minimum of twenty should be no problem. Plus, the busy season (Halloween and Christmas) is coming up, which always increases everyone's hours. If worse comes to worse, I'll suppliment my fabric store hours with another part time job or temp jobs.
I turned in my notice at the office job and will go back to the fabric store.
There are so many things wrong with my current job at the office that it's hard to know where to begin. I already posted about the office cat on Fratching. Well, the second in command finally got the cat spayed, which is a bit like locking the barn door after the horses have been stolen. The place still reeks of cat urine, the cat is still spraying and peeing everywhere, there's dried urine on the walls and the carpet has to be rotting by now, and the summer warmth is making the stench even worse. The landlord even came by, and the second-in command literally sprinted to the door to meet him outside rather than having him come in! So yeah, she knows it's wrong, and it still hasn't been cleaned up. And to add to the smell, the paper we were using in the copier was no longer being made, so our supplier got us a new type of paper. The new paper has a very strong, unpleasant chemical smell, and gives you a headache. Even the second-in command complained about the smell of the paper.
The company engages in some other practices that I find questionable. I can't go into detail about it, as it would be too easy to pinpoint where I work. But a lot of companies we did business with are pretty irked with us and have broken off business ties.
The final straw came last month, when I found out that the woman who hired me, the collections person and a good friend, has been laid off. She worked with the company for fourteen years and they just dumped her like a bag of moldy tangerines. Of all the office staff, if anyone should’ve been laid off, it should’ve been me. I’m the lowest one on the totem pole, my job (file clerk) is the least important, I’m getting minimum wage and I don’t have the schooling, experience or ability to cover anyone else’s job.
The job is killing me. The stench is making me sick, the stress is making me crazy, and the depression that’s haunted me on and off for most of my life is back at the worst level it’s ever been. I’ve been snacking far too much, drinking too much Pepsi to keep myself awake and gained about ten pounds on my already overweight frame.
So, I’ve turned in my notice, and gotten my old job back at the fabric store. The second-in-command wasn’t happy about it, but accepted it and immediately put a job notice up on Craigslist. By the end of the day, we’d received 65 resumes. She’s going to start interviewing next week. Hopefully, they can find an applicant who can do the job, doesn’t care about the questionable mores and has no sense of smell.
Thursday night, after discussing the move with my husband (who wasn’t too thrilled, but finally conceded that it would probably be better for my health) and typing up a notice, I spent all night tossing and turning; didn’t get one bit of sleep. Major, major anxiety hit me. I wasn’t just scared; I was terrified. I honestly don’t know why; they loved me at the fabric store, and I desperately needed to get out of the office. True, it will mean a cut in the finances, but everyone’s dealing with that nowadays; we’ll just have to deal with it, too.
But after I turned in my notice and got the job with the fabric store, I feel like a massive weight has been lifted from my back. I slept like a rock last night and woke up feeling absolutely wonderful, the best I've felt in many months.
Everyone said to wait to get a better job, but I couldn't; for the last several months I've been handing in resumes left, right and center, doing interviews and everything else, and gotten bupkis. It could be years before I get a really good job, and frankly, I couldn't last there that long.
The fabric store wasn't perfect (we did get the occasional SC there, though the ratio is a lot lower than most places I've worked at, and the building itself is overdue for the wrecking ball), and I'd still be making minimum, but they've got a good management team, wonderful employees and everyone is treated fairly. I did a good job there, and they told me when I left that I was eligible for rehire, and when I went in to request my job back, the store manager was borderline giddy about it!
I won't be getting the 40 hours I was getting at the office job; but the manager said a minimum of twenty should be no problem. Plus, the busy season (Halloween and Christmas) is coming up, which always increases everyone's hours. If worse comes to worse, I'll suppliment my fabric store hours with another part time job or temp jobs.
I hope you find a new, shiny-er job soon-- but at least you have a job, any job. That alone will allow you some govt' assistance, such as food stamps/EBT.
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