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There are times I questions the decisions I've made. Today, I'm questioning them a lot.
My job was burning me out, causing me to stress to the point of feeling ill and run down no matter what I did. I would cry at the thought of having to go back after a day off. I snapped at Piper all the time, and all my friends and family told me I'd become short tempered and spiteful; some even called me downright mean.
That's not like me.
I went and put in applications for new jobs. Things that would be better for me; that I'd be happier at. When my boss found out, she cut my hours from 40 to 12. That's right. Two days a week six hours a day, and on those days, she'd find a reason to send me home early, usually blaming business being slow. I can't survive on that and I told her so. She informed me that my hours would remain cut until I decided to 'be loyal' again. Of course, I snapped and lost it and ended up quitting. Keep in mind that THIS is the woman that demanded that we work off the clock if we didn't finish our work within our scheduled shift. She doesn't care. She never has, but we all put up with it because we felt sorry for her and because we knew jobs were very hard to come by.
... was I wrong in doing so? I know I have to think of Piper but since I've been away from there, she's even been happier since I've been in a better mood. She loves having me home to cook since when I have time, I cook from scratch. It's how I was taught. Our apartment is cleaner now than when we moved in.
The problem is simple. I've put myself out there for employers and so far, nothing. Interviews, sure, but no 'haaaay we looove you can we hire you plz'.
I don't have to worry about rent since I'd saved enough to pay for a year (yay go me). That's not due again to March of next year, but.... I'd like to keep my lights on, please. A phone is a good thing too, and yes, we need the internet since Piper has to do a good deal of work on the computer now that she's in AP classes.
There are some days I feel that I just can't win.
My job was burning me out, causing me to stress to the point of feeling ill and run down no matter what I did. I would cry at the thought of having to go back after a day off. I snapped at Piper all the time, and all my friends and family told me I'd become short tempered and spiteful; some even called me downright mean.
That's not like me.
I went and put in applications for new jobs. Things that would be better for me; that I'd be happier at. When my boss found out, she cut my hours from 40 to 12. That's right. Two days a week six hours a day, and on those days, she'd find a reason to send me home early, usually blaming business being slow. I can't survive on that and I told her so. She informed me that my hours would remain cut until I decided to 'be loyal' again. Of course, I snapped and lost it and ended up quitting. Keep in mind that THIS is the woman that demanded that we work off the clock if we didn't finish our work within our scheduled shift. She doesn't care. She never has, but we all put up with it because we felt sorry for her and because we knew jobs were very hard to come by.
... was I wrong in doing so? I know I have to think of Piper but since I've been away from there, she's even been happier since I've been in a better mood. She loves having me home to cook since when I have time, I cook from scratch. It's how I was taught. Our apartment is cleaner now than when we moved in.
The problem is simple. I've put myself out there for employers and so far, nothing. Interviews, sure, but no 'haaaay we looove you can we hire you plz'.
I don't have to worry about rent since I'd saved enough to pay for a year (yay go me). That's not due again to March of next year, but.... I'd like to keep my lights on, please. A phone is a good thing too, and yes, we need the internet since Piper has to do a good deal of work on the computer now that she's in AP classes.
There are some days I feel that I just can't win.
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That stated, I'm always a big fan of quitting jobs when they start giving us nightmares. It sounds like that was the right thing to do. It's just a shitty time to survive without a paycheck. Something will come along because it always does. It just might take time.
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