The past four months have been difficult. Aw, who'm I kidding? It's been a downhill spiral since 2003. But the last three months or so have been absolutely unbearable.
In May, I was more-or-less coerced into quitting a job I'd had for six years. Hours cut drastically, to the point that it wasn't worth driving 30-odd miles to the job. Of course, technically speaking I left 'voluntarily', so I'm not eligible for unemployment. Yes, I tried. Amazing all the ways they have to get around things, isn't it?
I did, however, have a part-time job at a convenience store, and I felt I could probably finagle full-time there, so it didn't seem so tragic. But, unfortunately, there wasn't any of the usual turnover going on at the C-store. The boss-man said it was the first time in like two years he'd had the same staff for more than six months. I was stuck at 16 to 24 hours a week. Still, it was SOMETHING to help out while I looked for other work.
In mid-July, I finally broke down and signed on with a temp agency, though I basically had to badger them into sending me to a packaging job. $8 an hour, only 35 hours a week, but at least it was money coming in.
BUT….. it interfered with the C-store job, so I was forced to quit there.
Unfortunately, nobody at the temp agency told me the packing gig was a specific-length assignment. They led me to believe it was temp-to-hire. And it wasn't. That shoe fell Friday. Ironically, on the eve of Labor Day weekend. That's right - on the three-day weekend where this country celebrates and honors its hard-working citizens, I was freshly out of a badly-needed job. As you might imagine, I certainly wasn't in a mood to celebrate anything.
Friends, things are looking pretty damned grim right now. I'd fallen behind in the rent, but told myself that if I could just keep this packing job until I was hired on , I'd be able to get caught up again. And now that's quite impossible.
I don't know, it just seems like every decision I make just leads me down the wrong road - even if, in hindsight, I'm certain I made the right decision. Indeed, in most instances, it wasn't even really a 'decision' at all.
I've been through some tough times before, but I get the horrible feeling that this time, I'm well and truly done. There's almost nothing left in the bank accounts, and my last paycheck - for 28 hours' work - will be Friday. And then that's it.
I really don't know what I'm going to do. And the really fucked up thing is, I can't figure out why I even try anymore.
In May, I was more-or-less coerced into quitting a job I'd had for six years. Hours cut drastically, to the point that it wasn't worth driving 30-odd miles to the job. Of course, technically speaking I left 'voluntarily', so I'm not eligible for unemployment. Yes, I tried. Amazing all the ways they have to get around things, isn't it?
I did, however, have a part-time job at a convenience store, and I felt I could probably finagle full-time there, so it didn't seem so tragic. But, unfortunately, there wasn't any of the usual turnover going on at the C-store. The boss-man said it was the first time in like two years he'd had the same staff for more than six months. I was stuck at 16 to 24 hours a week. Still, it was SOMETHING to help out while I looked for other work.
In mid-July, I finally broke down and signed on with a temp agency, though I basically had to badger them into sending me to a packaging job. $8 an hour, only 35 hours a week, but at least it was money coming in.
BUT….. it interfered with the C-store job, so I was forced to quit there.
Unfortunately, nobody at the temp agency told me the packing gig was a specific-length assignment. They led me to believe it was temp-to-hire. And it wasn't. That shoe fell Friday. Ironically, on the eve of Labor Day weekend. That's right - on the three-day weekend where this country celebrates and honors its hard-working citizens, I was freshly out of a badly-needed job. As you might imagine, I certainly wasn't in a mood to celebrate anything.
Friends, things are looking pretty damned grim right now. I'd fallen behind in the rent, but told myself that if I could just keep this packing job until I was hired on , I'd be able to get caught up again. And now that's quite impossible.
I don't know, it just seems like every decision I make just leads me down the wrong road - even if, in hindsight, I'm certain I made the right decision. Indeed, in most instances, it wasn't even really a 'decision' at all.
I've been through some tough times before, but I get the horrible feeling that this time, I'm well and truly done. There's almost nothing left in the bank accounts, and my last paycheck - for 28 hours' work - will be Friday. And then that's it.
I really don't know what I'm going to do. And the really fucked up thing is, I can't figure out why I even try anymore.
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