Is everything okay?
Er.
In theory.
I am unemployed not because I was fired – but because I quit. Well. Rather, I just ceased to go to work as of today.
Why?
Lots of reasons — I don’t like being treated like a blind, retarded
monkey first off. And also, while I understand that businesses exist to
make money and not to make their workers happy, there is a degree of
respect that a company can extend to others that my company did not.
Aside from informing me that although I’d been on B shift (an
alternative to first shift that runs from 930 to 6 instead of 7 to
330), I was not allowed to switch to first shift permanently after B
shift ends. I would have to go back to third, which is something that I
do not want. Given the clarity of being awake at the right times, as
well as the overall improvement in life – both mine and those
associated with me – it seemed like a poor choice. It wouldn’t have
been so bad, except that it is simply a straight up company policy, no
exceptions – even though the lower level management and the people I
worked directly with on first shift wanted me on that shift (I am a
very fucking awesome worker – perhaps because I am not a blind retarded
monkey, or perhaps simply because I really do believe in excelling at
what I do, I mean, after all, I am being paid to do it, so why not do
it well? But that is all beside my point…) The final straw was when I
walked in on Thursday morning and they informed all of us that Saturday
was now a mandatory overtime day and that we would have to be in at 7am
instead of our usual shift start time.
Why was this a final straw? I mean, overtime is nice and all….
But my sex toy party is Saturday. It has been planned for two months. And the last day to cancel without penalty was Wednesday.
And management knew either Monday or Tuesday that we would be working on Saturday…they just didn’t tell the workers.
I did ask if I could use my personal time or my vacation time or my
floating holidays (all of which I have and haven’t used) to which I was
told “No. It is a mandatory day.” Astoundingly, I thought ALL days of
work were mandatory.
I was told I could use my unpaid time off. But I don’t have any left
having used it all for my trip to Boston (which they didn’t tell me
until I came back that it would count that heavily against me) and for
when my E. coli decided to be bastardly. So, if I missed any more time,
I was to be fired.
So.
I just didn’t go to work this morning.
I felt guilty all day.
And scared. Unemployment is not something I like or enjoy. I like the
structure of having somewhere to go and something to do – as well as
money.
I have savings enough to go around 2 months before I’m in serious
trouble, especially if I skimp on the spendy groceries. No more tasty
Life cereal. Or meat. It’s looking like a whole lot of beans and
tortillas. Good thing I like those food products.
And I am sad. I will miss the people that I worked with. For inbred
redneck hilljacks, they were very good people who treated me
astoundingly well…well, most of them.
So now I job hunt.
A lot.
Taco Bell is opening just down the road from me. I suppose if I’m desperate I can work there or at another fast food joint….
