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Well...
I've thought about it all day. Hell, the fucking phone call even invaded my dreams.
Two months. I need two more months of getting that steady paycheck to pay off the last of my credit card bills.
Then I'm out of there.
I'll spend the time putting together my resume, combing job searches... And praying.
But I can't stay there. I don't like the job. I don't get ANY fucking recognition for my personal sacrifices. And I get in trouble for tiny little things.
Well, fuck them if they think I'm going to take it lying down.
I work 52 hours a week. No overtime. No benefits.
I should be earning three times that, with benefits.
Two months. Four pay periods. The first one goes to Gateway, the second to the second half of the card. The third to the first half of the next card. The fourth to the balance. Anything left over stays until I can find something else.
I'm considering actually trying for a pet store. Or pet-sitting services of some sort.
Hell, I'm doing that at work. Watching Liz V's cats. I get paid 5 bucks a visit. Ten bucks an hour, basically.
Hrm. Must look into it.
Two months. I need two more months of getting that steady paycheck to pay off the last of my credit card bills.
Then I'm out of there.
I'll spend the time putting together my resume, combing job searches... And praying.
But I can't stay there. I don't like the job. I don't get ANY fucking recognition for my personal sacrifices. And I get in trouble for tiny little things.
Well, fuck them if they think I'm going to take it lying down.
I work 52 hours a week. No overtime. No benefits.
I should be earning three times that, with benefits.
Two months. Four pay periods. The first one goes to Gateway, the second to the second half of the card. The third to the first half of the next card. The fourth to the balance. Anything left over stays until I can find something else.
I'm considering actually trying for a pet store. Or pet-sitting services of some sort.
Hell, I'm doing that at work. Watching Liz V's cats. I get paid 5 bucks a visit. Ten bucks an hour, basically.
Hrm. Must look into it.
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If you can't make a go of petsitting or get a job in a petstore, have you considered going to a vet office?
I worked in one through HS and it wasn't bad. If I had stayed after I was eighteen, they would have taught me all sorts of things so I could have become a "nurse." They did give benifits that wern't bad and if I decided I wanted to become a technition or vet myself, they would have helped with my schooling.
Just something to think about. Cause it does sound like you need out of this job. 50+ hours with no benifits doesn't seem right.
Good idea...
*stalks job*