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[catslash]

Well. I don't remember if I mentioned it here, but I gave my notice at Movie Gallery a little while ago. I don't care to get into the whole sordid affair here, but it boils down to my manager getting a girl pregnant - who, while not being his girlfriend (that's a whole OTHER different girl), does happen to be a friend of mine - and refusing to acknowledge the reality of the situation and his responsibility in it. So I don't want to work with him anymore. The only reason I gave a notice instead of quitting on the spot is because I wanted to time it so I'd be able to rent Peter Pan (which comes out next week) for free before I go. Because I'm shameless and conniving like that.

So, I was thus relying upon my second job at McDonald's (ugh, I know, I know, I'm properly ashamed) to make up for the hours I was missing and enable me to save some money to get the fuck out of Yarmouth. And when I mentioned a week and a half ago to one of the eighty-seven managers (the one in charge of scheduling) that my availability would be opening up soon, she was all, "Oh, okay."

So when I went to get my paycheck Monday, I told that my availability was wide open starting next week, and then and ONLY then does she go, "Oh, well we won't be able to give you any more hours."

. . .

Because this information wouldn't have come in REALLY HANDY about TEN DAYS AGO.

Whilst I scramble to make a back-up plan, I arrive dutifully for today's shift and get a look at next week's schedule.

THREE HOURS. THEY FUCKING SCHEDULED ME FOR FUCKING THREE FUCKING HOURS. IN THE ENTIRE WEEK.

The top of my head just about blew off. And I'm not the only one who got totally fucked for hours either. The other two employees who were on were not happy.

I am proud to report that I managed to make it two whole hours before I told the manager that I quit and walked out. Because, really, how am I worse off now? I'm going to make seventeen fewer bucks next week? OOOOOOOOOOOH.

My friend Rikki works at the mall; I'm going to see if she works today, and if she'd be willing to come get me and cart me along so I can apply at every place that's hiring. (Except for McDonald's.) We're in the process of getting her dad to agree to let me stay with them till I find a real job (anything I got at the mall would likely just be temporary work so that I could pay him rent until I found something I could support myself on) and a place to live, and me having a job in the area might help convince him. Maybe this is exactly what I need.

Not that I'm not still furious, mind you. Look, it says so in my mood and everything. Well, it says "enraged." Close enough.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh. For what it's worth, you did the right thing at both jobs, even though it won't line your pockets. I'll send positive thoughts your way with regards to the job search.

~Hoedogg

[catslash.livejournal.com]

Heh. Even my mom agreed with me, and she's the first person to make with the criticism when I do something stupid that's work-related. Of course, I think it also helped that I had a plan to follow up with.

[(Anonymous)]

Wow! That totally bites. Your managers were clearly dicks and I agree, you were right to quit.

I'll be sending good job-hunting vibes your way, too. Best 'o luck and may you find a job where the managers are great, the hours plentiful, and the pay superb.

-Ealasaid

[(Anonymous)]

I hear you, Cathryn. I was guaranteed my pick of two jobs when I got home. But they scheduled too many people for both, so I wouldn't get any hours so they said, "Sorry, we can't use you."

Wait until my dad hears THAT one.

~Anji

[catslash.livejournal.com]

Well, at least they had the courtesy to, like, let you know, instead of just hiring you on and then giving you practically no hours. That was decently professional of them.

That said, I hope you find something else. =)

[comme-un-buddha.livejournal.com]

Hey buddy, no worries. A very wise (if ridiculous) Vaishnov once said to me that what is important is the plan. Have a plan and you will remain afloat no matter what whorls and swirls surround your chaotic existence. (I made up the whorls and swirls part.) You're going to come out on top, here. Setbacks are par for the course. Additionally, these jobs were not supposed to be permanent anyway. So they turned out to be a little more temporary than planned. YOU WILL CONQUER!!!

I'm proud of you as always for being a pillar of principle. Good luck with the job search. Don't be afraid to take chances on unfamiliar territory! You're amazing. You totally win at life-living.

LOVE!

[writinggoddess.livejournal.com]

You know, as a female in a similar position to your friend, tell her she has my sympathy and prayers because, seriously, going through a pregnancy alone f***ing sucks, and I had family around! I also had a dickhead of an ex who is just now realizing that babies cost money...

Anyway, nuff of my bitching. Good luck on the job search, evil twin. May the dollar bills go swiftly (and legally, and in the proper amounts) into your pocket/bank account/landlord's hands.