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Well here we are, 20 days late, my first entry of 2006 S.O.D.M.P.A.U. (System Of Dating Most People Agree Upon). One of my New Year's Resolutions that I made in the dark this year (spent New Year's w/o power due to a crazy storm) was to write at least 1 hour a day, no matter what it is about, just to get back in the habit. The only problem with that has been my work schedule- between working at the library and the graveyard shift at the drugstore, I hardly have time to sleep. This schedule is not fit for man nor beast, but you do what you have to do when you move somewhere new. Unfortunately, I put off the job search for a new and improved single full time gig due to my recent relationship disintegration and the subsequent need to find a new place to live. I found a nice place in McKinleyville (the original name of the town was Minorville but was changed in honor of slain then-President William McKinley), but then the "Holidays" hit so I found myself being worked pretty hard at the drugstore.
Once the holidays ended, I began searching in earnest for a new job. I have an interview this afternoon, and another next week for a possible promotion at the library. The only problem is that the last couple of weeks, I have been taking on extra work at both jobs due to people being sick/randomly moving to Reno. Last night, after I got out of the library I felt like complete shit so I called in sick to the drugstore. The Assistant Manager chewed me out for calling in sick so late (a valid point, but I thought I might be able to work up until I called). I was pretty infuriated and said nothing. It took him a second for him to realize he was chewing out an employee who had until then never called in sick, worked all the holidays, and covered shifts when the fuck-ups they hired mysteriously quit w/o giving any notice. By then it was too late.
I chewed out for trying to take care of myself. I didn't want to show up for this interview looking like more of a zombie than I already am. Thank God that I have a college degree and that working the graveyard shift for this foolish corporation is just a minor setback for me. I am not stuck there for the rest of my life. I got a chance to go to (and complete) my education and I am considering going back for more, and this job is just a whole lot of negative reinforcement about what could happen if you're not careful. Everyone has a right to NOT go to work. I am not the property of this corporation. This little conversation turned the fire under my ass to get out of there into a full-fledged 5 alarm blaze. I can do better than this and if everything goes my way, I won't be there a month from today.
BSA Troop 30