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I AM ABOUT 9000% DONE OKAY?
My coworker is a fucking douche. Kind of. Maybe. Ugh.
Okay so I kind of had an interview on Monday. It went really well, but it was a massive cut in hours and pay. Then I went across the mall to check on my other application. They offered me nine dollars an hour, and about twenty nine hours a week. The only caveat is that it's a seasonal position. Um.
And then there's my current job: about thirty to thirty-five hours a week, and eight dollars an hour. And always being stuck behind a register. And then finally, the reason I am seriously considering quitting; my co-worker.
I try really hard to stay away from him ever since he said he hated me and called me weird. But I was on break on Monday, and he came in the back (And was on his phone which he WASN'T supposed to be doing), and said, with no seriousness at all, "About to cut myself because I hate my job."
JSKSKLGJKL;GJG;ljkl;gkl;as I WANTED TO RIP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF HIS BODY IN THAT MOMENT I WAS SO FURIOUS. But, being the self-controlled person I was, I told him point blank, that to someone who used to self-harm that what he said was EXTREMELY offensive. I AM NOT GONNA PUT UP WITH THAT SHIT. So..... I'm left with a choice.
Do I take the chance and risk not having a job in January? Do I turn them down and stay where I'm at? Or do I work both and see where I end up? Something tells me that the last option is the best. Because then, even if I don't make it past January, I at least still have a job. But at the same time..... I'm not gonna stick around for my co-worker to be an asshole. And I'm ESPECIALLY not gonna stay if he's gonna talk so casually about drugs and drinking and self-harm. Or maybe I'm being too sensitive.
But at the same time.... I don't think I am. It feels like..... Like I should stick up for those of us who cut. And those who burn. Like I have a chance to make a difference, AGAIN. But I also don't wanna be singled out. But.... ENOUGH BUTTS DAMNIT. My boss has become my work-mom. I remember my last work mom; her name was Kim. She kept me safe at my first crappy job. She kept me sane. She looked after me. I think I know what to do. And I think I know what my choice is.
Aaaaaand I have cupcakes in the oven so baiiiiii!!
Sincerely,
-Katie
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I AM ABOUT 9000% DONE OKAY?
My coworker is a fucking douche. Kind of. Maybe. Ugh.
Okay so I kind of had an interview on Monday. It went really well, but it was a massive cut in hours and pay. Then I went across the mall to check on my other application. They offered me nine dollars an hour, and about twenty nine hours a week. The only caveat is that it's a seasonal position. Um.
And then there's my current job: about thirty to thirty-five hours a week, and eight dollars an hour. And always being stuck behind a register. And then finally, the reason I am seriously considering quitting; my co-worker.
I try really hard to stay away from him ever since he said he hated me and called me weird. But I was on break on Monday, and he came in the back (And was on his phone which he WASN'T supposed to be doing), and said, with no seriousness at all, "About to cut myself because I hate my job."
JSKSKLGJKL;GJG;ljkl;gkl;as I WANTED TO RIP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF HIS BODY IN THAT MOMENT I WAS SO FURIOUS. But, being the self-controlled person I was, I told him point blank, that to someone who used to self-harm that what he said was EXTREMELY offensive. I AM NOT GONNA PUT UP WITH THAT SHIT. So..... I'm left with a choice.
Do I take the chance and risk not having a job in January? Do I turn them down and stay where I'm at? Or do I work both and see where I end up? Something tells me that the last option is the best. Because then, even if I don't make it past January, I at least still have a job. But at the same time..... I'm not gonna stick around for my co-worker to be an asshole. And I'm ESPECIALLY not gonna stay if he's gonna talk so casually about drugs and drinking and self-harm. Or maybe I'm being too sensitive.
But at the same time.... I don't think I am. It feels like..... Like I should stick up for those of us who cut. And those who burn. Like I have a chance to make a difference, AGAIN. But I also don't wanna be singled out. But.... ENOUGH BUTTS DAMNIT. My boss has become my work-mom. I remember my last work mom; her name was Kim. She kept me safe at my first crappy job. She kept me sane. She looked after me. I think I know what to do. And I think I know what my choice is.
Aaaaaand I have cupcakes in the oven so baiiiiii!!
Sincerely,
-Katie
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