I love to write but I know I will never have the dream career or anything else. Life is hard and if you actually make it to 30 without killing yourself then you're already doing better than most.
My first painting.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
I quit my Job!!!!! I feel amazing.
So, I have worked at the tobacco store for almost 5 years, the last year and a half, I was the manager. My salary was $420.00 a week, after taxes and forced insurance, oh and paid every two weeks as well.... my BRING HOME was a whopping $630.66 for 70+ hours a week. That equals out to $315.33 a week!!! BULLSHIT. No allowed overtime for employees, only allowed two employees. I was considered manager and day cashier, then my 2 employees switched out nights. I never had a day off, I didn't have time during the day to do paperwork or ordering because I had to wait on customers. Only one person at work at a time. BULLSHIT. That store was in the ghetto, we had been robbed twice before and broken into several times. Safety first, two people should have been there at all times. Anyway, now that you have the back story, oh and I wasn't even allowed to lock the door to use the bathroom, I still did and he can suck it but this is the kind of shit I had to put up with. My hours were supposed to be from 6 a.m til 1 p.m but no, my help couldn't come in until 1 so by the time we switched out drawers, counted lottery, did paperwork, blah,blah..... I was there all day doing MY job after 2. So on May 6, 2014, I had enough. I had been begging my district manager for another employee during the day because I was so busy that I couldn't get shit done. He put me off and said he'd come look at my numbers and check. Motherfucker, you can see my computer from any other computer so quit lying and putting me off. AHHH. I have no respect for this man. My night employee called in and my other night employee was out of town. Great, another 16 hour day. Fucking yay. So I called my district manager and he acted like it was no big deal. Fuck him. Overworked and WAY underpaid. I started grabbing my shit and bounced. I did lock up all the money, left post it notes letting whoever know what was where and needed info, I left my keys behind labeled, locked up nicely, slid key under door, peace the fuck out. Here I come life.... I sure have missed you. I didn't even realize what all that job stole from me over the last 2 years. I haven't written that much because I have been living and doing. Some bad stuff, some good. ;) LIVING. You only get one life.....use it wisely. I will fill you in on the dirt later. Juicy. LOL. Now the new manager has a cashier in the day with her. ugh, that's all I wanted. It's ok, both employees quit so he spent a pretty penny replacing me. HA.
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