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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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!*
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Back to your regularly scheduled Dork Show.
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Date: 2004-07-01 10:23 am (UTC)Petsmart sounds promising, at least! That could be really fun.
I'm with you on the office front. Unless I find something that allows for some creative outlet or it's 98% self-directed, forget it. I've put in 11 years (on and off) of office work and I'm 29. Once I'm done with this dang-blasted degree, no more clerical work! Damn the man etc!
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Date: 2004-07-02 07:59 am (UTC)Why does this bother me more than hearing my own job will be gone soon? Okay, sure... in a very strict sense the present will grant a sense of immediacy that the future just doesn't, but still. Things seemed to be going so well for you there.
I really need to find a new job. Really bad. It's getting to where I'm depressed by the prospect of them not firing me. Problem is, however much my job sucks I'll still take it over bills with no income.
Unlike you, I like office work. I like having a (more or less) ordered environment, with climate controls and little or no manual labor. I don't especially mind paper shuffling. (Though if it ever manages to numb the brain, I start having problems.) Truth be told? I don't even mind the politics really. The part I hate is having to worry about it. Not having a plan B. Realizing you've hitched yourself to a black hole in stead of a rising star. So many things just stop being irritating if you don't have to care. Heh... It's why so many people found Office Space to be entertaining.
I think I could really enjoy working in the salt mines even, if they didn't have anything they could scare me with. Heh.
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Date: 2004-07-02 09:42 am (UTC)