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Jul. 9th, 2004 04:00 pmLet's whine about my job some more.
A little bit ago I got a notice that said that if we didn't pay the last two months rent, um, now, we'd be evicted. They took it back a little while later with a 'ha ha, we found your rent check,' but the real punchline is that it still might bounce.
Now this gets, let us say, up my nose at least partly because for the last few months 95% of what's been coming into the store has been made by me. I work pretty hard at doing my job (contrary to what some visiting boyfriends may thing) and I'm pretty good at it, especially considering how ill suited I am for it and how much I hate it. And I've been making enough to cover our rent and payroll. So it irritates the bejeezus out of me that all the money goes for Kelly's gas and other things that aren't doing anything to help the store.
I hate this job, and the fact that I need it so badly makes me hate it even more. And so I'm so tired of this situation and what this situation is making of me. I'm tired of being depressed and weepy, and behaving as though I have pms 24/7. I'm tired of sleeping badly from worries over money that I have but am afraid to spend because I might be out of a job any minute. I'm tired of sending out 10 resumes a week and not even getting a reply. I'm tired of complaining.
I'm doing the best I can, I swear, but it's almost unbearable that the best I can do still isn't good enough.
....Good thing it's the weekend, eh? I love me some weekends.
A little bit ago I got a notice that said that if we didn't pay the last two months rent, um, now, we'd be evicted. They took it back a little while later with a 'ha ha, we found your rent check,' but the real punchline is that it still might bounce.
Now this gets, let us say, up my nose at least partly because for the last few months 95% of what's been coming into the store has been made by me. I work pretty hard at doing my job (contrary to what some visiting boyfriends may thing) and I'm pretty good at it, especially considering how ill suited I am for it and how much I hate it. And I've been making enough to cover our rent and payroll. So it irritates the bejeezus out of me that all the money goes for Kelly's gas and other things that aren't doing anything to help the store.
I hate this job, and the fact that I need it so badly makes me hate it even more. And so I'm so tired of this situation and what this situation is making of me. I'm tired of being depressed and weepy, and behaving as though I have pms 24/7. I'm tired of sleeping badly from worries over money that I have but am afraid to spend because I might be out of a job any minute. I'm tired of sending out 10 resumes a week and not even getting a reply. I'm tired of complaining.
I'm doing the best I can, I swear, but it's almost unbearable that the best I can do still isn't good enough.
....Good thing it's the weekend, eh? I love me some weekends.
