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The Dork Show has an ALL NEW EPISODE!
Jul. 1st, 2004 11:00 amSo, apparently the Big Ol' Dork show is done with its summer break.
Either that, or I just got an hour-long special.
I got fired. For fooling around on the computer too much. (Dammit!) No really, folks. Writing in THIS JOURNAL and dealing with my Email all day cost me my job.
There were other factors, of course. And I wasn't given any warning whatsoever. Really. I didn't get a "Unless you produce X and stop behavior Y you will be fired." No written warning, no verbal warning, just a "Come to the conference room with me. We're letting you go."
Ugh.
This doth suck much dragon balls.
In September I would have been eligible for benefits. Next year I would have gotten paid vacation days.
Growl.
However, on the way home, I stopped by Petsmart to use my new card to buy my cleaning client some cat litter. On a whim (I need a job right?) I ask if they are hiring. They're looking for a pet trainer. It's part time, but I set my own hours. Hmm. Not a bad place to start. I will also speak to my temp agency and let them know that I am available again. (Let's try this one more time, people!)
But I realized that I truly hate office work. Indeed. Sit on my ass and stare at a computer all day? Ok, the Salt Mines were really bad, but the fact remains that doing just that for a living is very uncomfortable for me.
So it's back to the Judivine Center for my Respite training, I guess. That and chasing the pipe dream of the Grant money for my art.
Wish me luck!
*This episode of the Dork Show is sponsored by P*rty L*te Candles!*
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mztish103's Candle Party on the 3rd. Buy candles. Support an out-of-work artist. See my infamous hot wax demo.
Back to your regularly scheduled Dork Show.
Either that, or I just got an hour-long special.
I got fired. For fooling around on the computer too much. (Dammit!) No really, folks. Writing in THIS JOURNAL and dealing with my Email all day cost me my job.
There were other factors, of course. And I wasn't given any warning whatsoever. Really. I didn't get a "Unless you produce X and stop behavior Y you will be fired." No written warning, no verbal warning, just a "Come to the conference room with me. We're letting you go."
Ugh.
This doth suck much dragon balls.
In September I would have been eligible for benefits. Next year I would have gotten paid vacation days.
Growl.
However, on the way home, I stopped by Petsmart to use my new card to buy my cleaning client some cat litter. On a whim (I need a job right?) I ask if they are hiring. They're looking for a pet trainer. It's part time, but I set my own hours. Hmm. Not a bad place to start. I will also speak to my temp agency and let them know that I am available again. (Let's try this one more time, people!)
But I realized that I truly hate office work. Indeed. Sit on my ass and stare at a computer all day? Ok, the Salt Mines were really bad, but the fact remains that doing just that for a living is very uncomfortable for me.
So it's back to the Judivine Center for my Respite training, I guess. That and chasing the pipe dream of the Grant money for my art.
Wish me luck!
*This episode of the Dork Show is sponsored by P*rty L*te Candles!*
Come to
mztish103's Candle Party on the 3rd. Buy candles. Support an out-of-work artist. See my infamous hot wax demo.Back to your regularly scheduled Dork Show.
