THE breaking point, or just A breaking point?

[ShortTemperHatesStupidity]

You have no reason to feel like you're behind. It's not like you're a deadbeat. You chose your own path. I hope you're not feeling depressed that watching all your "college friends get married and have kids and buy houses". Are you the type to desire them? If so, I'm sure I could wrastle up a few good kid-deterrent stories for ya.

[BookstoreEscapee]

You have no reason to feel like you're behind. It's not like you're a deadbeat. You chose your own path. I hope you're not feeling depressed that watching all your "college friends get married and have kids and buy houses". Are you the type to desire them? If so, I'm sure I could wrastle up a few good kid-deterrent stories for ya.

Hehe...I've got plenty of access to kid-deterrents . I guess I'm just not too happy with the path I chose sometimes. I would like the whole family deal someday, though. Right now, I'd just like to be with someone (someone worth being with, that is. I'd rather be alone than in a bad relationship - hence my not being in my most recent relationship any longer. But I do miss the dog.)

[ShortTemperHatesStupidity]

/apologies for the OT

:hugs: BSE

/apologies for the OT

[BookstoreEscapee]

/apologies for the OT

:hugs: BSE

/apologies for the OT

Thanks,

Now I feel bad cuz I wasn't trying to threadjack.

Sorry Haunted Head! Hugs to you too

[Antisocial_Worker]

Meh. Conversation's conversation. Nothing wrong with it, so long as we remember here that the focus of this thread is me. Me, me, me.

That being said, they were supposed to have looked at the applications yesterday (Friday). When should I call to ask about things? I'm terribly afraid of letting on how groveling and desperate I really am.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Meh. Conversation's conversation. Nothing wrong with it, so long as we remember here that the focuse of this thread is me. Me, me, me.

That being said, they were supposed to have looked at the applications yesterday (Friday). When should I call to ask about things? I'm terribly afraid of letting on how groveling and desperate I really am.

I'd wait till midweek at least. They aren't likely to do much over the weekend.

[Antisocial_Worker]

Last week when I put in my application, I also ordered a book. It came in today, I picked it up, and spoke with the manager while I was there. I don't think I impressed her. She said because she's so busy putting out new releases on Mondays and Tuesdays, she might look at the applications on Wednesday.

"If I call you, it'll be then," she said.

Crap. For some reason, I was more expecting a "When I call you." I dunno.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Last week when I put in my application, I also ordered a book. It came in today, I picked it up, and spoke with the manager while I was there. I don't think I impressed her. She said because she's so busy putting out new releases on Mondays and Tuesdays, she might look at the applications on Wednesday.

Ah, Tuesday's a b*tch with the new releases. That used to be my job. Still, keeping fingers crossed for ya!

[protege]

I hope you're not feeling depressed that watching all your "college friends get married and have kids and buy houses".

I've been in my house a little over 6 months. I turned 30 last June...and was still living at home with the parents. As I was living with them, I not only paid off the car loans, but the school ones as well--I didn't have any bills for a *long* time and was able to do that. Afterwards, I still had some cash saved up....which eventually went towards the down payment on the house. Even though my free time has dwindled to practically nothing, I still do pretty much what I want.

Of course I've been doing things "my way" for 30 years With that said, BSE, do what makes *you* happy. If people don't like it, well, they can go themselves

[Antisocial_Worker]

Well, here it is 45 minutes to closing time at the bookstore and still no call. Sigh... I guess that's that.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Of course I've been doing things "my way" for 30 years With that said, BSE, do what makes *you* happy. If people don't like it, well, they can go themselves

Thanks. I appreciate everyone's encouragement. I do pay rent but it's not a huge amount, and I pay half of the family cell phone plan I share with my dad. But my student loans are paid off, I paid cash for my car (insurance money from an accident plus my dad loaned me money but I've since paid him back), and I have no credit card or other debt, so I'm probably ahead of the game in some areas compared to a lot of people my age. Plus, someone who shall remain nameless owes me quite a bit of money, which is *ahem* slowly being paid back (let's just say he's 3 months behind because I haven't seen him in that long). Even so I have a fair amount in my savings account and I could survive for a while if need be. I want to look for a place, possibly (probably) involving a roommate. Unfortunately I don't know anyone who needs one at the moment so I've been looking at craigslist and stuff. So wish me luck.

HauntedHead - I'm sorry about the bookstore thing. Keep your chin up . Do you have any contacts that could help get your name out there? Try Monster or Career Builder, or other job sites and see what's out there. There is a better job out there for you. Get your resume prettied up and start huntin'!

[Antisocial_Worker]

I guess more or less to torture myself, I called again today to ask if the manager really had had a chance to look over the applications on Wednesday like she said. This was because the last time she was supposed to look at them was the previous Friday, and she obviously didn't. Yes, it's annoying. I'm hoping they don't recognize my voice. I also realize that this is a very minor update and that likely nobody will care.

This is my safety valve though, and it makes me feel a little better to write about it. Every little bit helps. A few years before she retired finally, the stress of her life and the stress of working at the department store combined to push my mother into a nervous breakdown right there at work. A minor one though, apparnently and thankfully, because she was right back at work again in a few days. However, I'm not terribly keen on the shaking and the uncontrollable crying. I might okay with it if I wasn't the only employee here, but I am and so it's must me and the enemy -- I mean, the guests. Me and the guests.

Anyway, I'm still trying to think good thoughts about it all, but by now I do realize deep down that it's just an exercise in passing the time until I am finally told that I didn't meet their needs of however they'll euphemistically phrase it. I can't believe that I've honestly considered looking into collecting unemployment. I just can't stand this place anymore.

[draftermatt]

Isn't there somewhere else you could work other than the bookstore?

I'm not trying to be an ass or anything just wondering why you don't try elsewhere (or commuting to another town) if the hotel is stressing you out.

[Antisocial_Worker]

Isn't there somewhere else you could work other than the bookstore?

I'm not trying to be an ass or anything just wondering why you don't try elsewhere (or commuting to another town) if the hotel is stressing you out.

The problem is that Hendersonville is a retirement town, and old people require only three things -- nurses, waiters, and construction workers to build the houses so that more of them can move in. Those are typically the only three kinds of listings you ever see in the job ads in the Hendersonville paper. Asheville is 20 miles away, which I guess is a doable commute, and I've been checking the ads from the Asheville paper too, but I haven't seen anything I'm qualified in or anything that wouldn't be worse than the job I already have. If you're going to move from one miserable hellhole job to another, it's a lateral move with no point. My roommate who works with me is quitting Tuesday to go manage a restaurant in Asheville and I've told him to be on the lookout for job offerings that might not show up in the papers.

[Antisocial_Worker]

Well, as the saying goes, the con goes on. I spoke to someone at the bookstore earlier this week, and the manager still hasn't gotten around to looking at the applications. This tells me that they're probably not that hard up for help, but also, and probably against my better judgement, I'm letting it give me hope that there's still a way out of this place.

Today has been like a pressure cooker. One of our housekeepers slacks off when she does show up, but today she didn't even do that, so I have the barest handful of clean rooms downstairs. I'm trying to make them last in case a decrepit old person comes in, or more likely, an "Atlantic crosser" comes in for their single night stay with more luggage than the entire Cats esemble takes when they go on tour.

Christ, I hate this place.