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01/19/2015 - Status Update
11 years ago
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Guess I should spread the word, if people haven't heard already. I posted it on my Twitter account a while back, so if you're following that, you probably already know what I'm about to say.
I lost my job.
It happened on New Year's Eve. Building Manager called me in the morning to ask if I could come in. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the possibility of being fired popped up in my head. I dismissed it though, because there was no hard evidence, only a sneaking suspicion. Turned out that suspicion was right, and when the HR manager came down to talk with me, I saw he had a manilla envelope with him and read something like "Cobra" on it, and possibly my name.
That's when I knew. And right after that, he confirmed it: I was being let go.
It's pretty much 'cause I had a freak-out on the week of December 15th. On the 18th, I went in and couldn't work, just sitting in the office trying not to freak out (and failing pretty hard) for about an hour, then going home. You're supposed to call in a couple hours before work (not that it'd matter much since HR was only willing to have a maximum of four workers cleaning the building, including the supervisor) because... I dunno, I guess so the others would know to adjust their work habits to cover for me. I'd done it once before, and it resulted in my supervisor (a very trying woman) being fired because of my report on how she treated me. Plus, I imagine they got tired of the high turnover under her "rule" while she was there. I feel bad 'cause she was basically a miserable tyrant who obsessed over every little thing. Her job was her life and it must've driven her nuts, or at least made it worse, giving her a place to hide away from life. At least they changed our schedule to evenings instead of overnight in October (same month she was let go), so I got to sleep at night again... and miss out on seeing my family. That, along with a lot of other factors, probably is what resulted in my freakout. And since it was not acceptable to miss work without calling in, I guess they decided twice was enough.
('Cause, y'know, having near-perfect attendance for eleven months isn't an indicator of your work ethic. Nope, just the days you miss and don't call in.)
So... I'm back to where I was a year ago. Unemployed, in my parents house, and not doing much of anything. And yet...
Things are a bit different. For one, I'm paying rent. My parents have a tendency to coddle me, and they told me to stop paying when I lost my job, but I refuse to. Haven't told them that, but it's the principle of the thing. I want some kind of pressure to keep me looking for work, or at least to bring in some kind of income. And I won't have my summer work with the city to rely on this year, so I'll have to find something before my finances are drained.
As for the job itself? Eh. Don't like losing my income or my insurance. But I didn't like the job, and was a little stuck. If nothing else, last year taught me that if I don't get my tail in gear, I am gonna wind up right back there: working a miserable, dead-end job, going home to bum around on the computer, and then sleeping, with eating and hygiene thrown in somewhere. Yeah, no thanks. You can keep it. A nine-to-five will never be for me. I march to a different drum, and I need to learn how to dance to it so I don't end up homeless or broke. Well, broke anyway. I doubt I will be living outside this house for a while yet, even if I manage to score a decent job and/or get a book published. And I still need to conquer my fears on budgeting and managing my money. Not to mention relationships, though I think perhaps dating should wait until I am more stable and a better catch. Women aren't very attracted to guys living with their Mothers. They tend to wonder if the apron strings (or the umbilical cord!) are still attached.
I'm pretty sure I've gnawed at them a little, but I'm not sure Mom is doing much on her end. >.< Kinda frustrating.
I have an enormous opportunity in front of me. I now have a whole lot of free time left to me. The problem is that I'm still defaulting to old habits. So, I need to find a way to get through them, and set up better ones. Because if I don't... well, there's always another idiot to clean up after, isn't there?
Ah well. It could be worse. And I'll count my blessings and do what I can to make progress. Let's hope 2015 turns out to be a year of change for me. Heaven knows, I could use it!!
I lost my job.
It happened on New Year's Eve. Building Manager called me in the morning to ask if I could come in. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the possibility of being fired popped up in my head. I dismissed it though, because there was no hard evidence, only a sneaking suspicion. Turned out that suspicion was right, and when the HR manager came down to talk with me, I saw he had a manilla envelope with him and read something like "Cobra" on it, and possibly my name.
That's when I knew. And right after that, he confirmed it: I was being let go.
It's pretty much 'cause I had a freak-out on the week of December 15th. On the 18th, I went in and couldn't work, just sitting in the office trying not to freak out (and failing pretty hard) for about an hour, then going home. You're supposed to call in a couple hours before work (not that it'd matter much since HR was only willing to have a maximum of four workers cleaning the building, including the supervisor) because... I dunno, I guess so the others would know to adjust their work habits to cover for me. I'd done it once before, and it resulted in my supervisor (a very trying woman) being fired because of my report on how she treated me. Plus, I imagine they got tired of the high turnover under her "rule" while she was there. I feel bad 'cause she was basically a miserable tyrant who obsessed over every little thing. Her job was her life and it must've driven her nuts, or at least made it worse, giving her a place to hide away from life. At least they changed our schedule to evenings instead of overnight in October (same month she was let go), so I got to sleep at night again... and miss out on seeing my family. That, along with a lot of other factors, probably is what resulted in my freakout. And since it was not acceptable to miss work without calling in, I guess they decided twice was enough.
('Cause, y'know, having near-perfect attendance for eleven months isn't an indicator of your work ethic. Nope, just the days you miss and don't call in.)
So... I'm back to where I was a year ago. Unemployed, in my parents house, and not doing much of anything. And yet...
Things are a bit different. For one, I'm paying rent. My parents have a tendency to coddle me, and they told me to stop paying when I lost my job, but I refuse to. Haven't told them that, but it's the principle of the thing. I want some kind of pressure to keep me looking for work, or at least to bring in some kind of income. And I won't have my summer work with the city to rely on this year, so I'll have to find something before my finances are drained.
As for the job itself? Eh. Don't like losing my income or my insurance. But I didn't like the job, and was a little stuck. If nothing else, last year taught me that if I don't get my tail in gear, I am gonna wind up right back there: working a miserable, dead-end job, going home to bum around on the computer, and then sleeping, with eating and hygiene thrown in somewhere. Yeah, no thanks. You can keep it. A nine-to-five will never be for me. I march to a different drum, and I need to learn how to dance to it so I don't end up homeless or broke. Well, broke anyway. I doubt I will be living outside this house for a while yet, even if I manage to score a decent job and/or get a book published. And I still need to conquer my fears on budgeting and managing my money. Not to mention relationships, though I think perhaps dating should wait until I am more stable and a better catch. Women aren't very attracted to guys living with their Mothers. They tend to wonder if the apron strings (or the umbilical cord!) are still attached.
I'm pretty sure I've gnawed at them a little, but I'm not sure Mom is doing much on her end. >.< Kinda frustrating.
I have an enormous opportunity in front of me. I now have a whole lot of free time left to me. The problem is that I'm still defaulting to old habits. So, I need to find a way to get through them, and set up better ones. Because if I don't... well, there's always another idiot to clean up after, isn't there?
Ah well. It could be worse. And I'll count my blessings and do what I can to make progress. Let's hope 2015 turns out to be a year of change for me. Heaven knows, I could use it!!
also, knowing you, you would likely have gone through the ranks to get a beter job.. another thing is that since you now have more experience, the doors have been opened a littlw bit more.
I mean, as a boss I'd be freaking out if an employee I'm paying don't show up without a notice. Especially if the employee isn't crucial to the ongoing projects.
Then again, it's kind of brutal to change people like you'd change fuses or light bulbs.
By the time I got there, she had trouble keeping three of us employed.
But yes, it wasn't wise to skip work without notice. Problem being that I could numb myself with the internet so I didn't know I needed a mental sick day until it was too late to call in! Not a good situation for anyone.
I'm not always good at comforting words, but I hope things turn out well for the both of us.
Look into getting a job at walmart; If you have prior work experience, you can start out at 9.50 an hour. That's a good bit in louisiana; cost of living is low. Dunno about near where you live. If you don't have a degree, sign on to an online college. Never too late to get educated, and doing so in the least efficient way (i.e., going to meatspace college) is completely overrated. Lemme know if i can help at all.