Okay so it's been a little while since I updated especially since I promised more pics, and I had two cute postings laid out in my head... but it's been one of those weeks and only today am I really making the effort to get the past few days out of my head and join the world again, instead of holing up in the warm dark recesses of my sleeping bag and the couch. Nope wasn't sick, knock on wood against that in the foreseeable future, but you gotta love ultimatums handed down at work that you know and your bosses know are absolute impossibilities. So I know from a co-worker that the bosses have repeatedly told him we are working on getting you a supervisor position, I know that now I'm at the bottom of the totem pole as far as management, we all know I push buttons... I think I got a stubborn streak from my g-ma... although if you ask her it's my mom's fault... which is interesting if you've ever met my mom!, 3 management positions were cut, and the only way I can keep my job is if a) I agree to increase my workload by 5-10 times when I'm struggling now to get my stuff done (can anyone else see the failure I'm being set up for) and b) I have to open up my availability to times when the T-man is working... and give up what little hours I have at the Baby Gap. So in order to keep my job, I have to do way more work, and not only have to pay a sitter but take a pay cut at my second job... I wish I hated my job and wanted to look for another one, but aside from the people who are trying to push me out... I love my job... I love it! I give it a couple of weeks to a month before I'm booted for not being able to do the extra work, and then happily the co-worker will have his position worked out. Yeah hysterically crying, drunk and dry heaving have been great ways to describe me this week, but in the words of chicken little "today's a new day" Hoping I'll get the other posts posted once the boys go to bed for a nap.
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you don't want management. Yeah, you'll make more as salary, but hour per hour you may be making less. That is how it was at a certain bookstore I worked at from 1999-2001.
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