So my boss(Joe) says that the guy who manages the buildings(Bob) that I work in is worried that because of the company cutting our hours that he’ll end up losing established guards and be stuck with a constant rotation of new, retarded temps.
I tell Joe that for a raise out of the $7 range(I make 7.65 right now) I wouldn’t even think of looking for a new job. Not true but workers have the power and I’ve got 4 other guard willing to back this play.
Anyway Joe says that he’s not even going to ask Bob because the group that owns the building don’t care and won’t authorize a raise. He then goes on to say that the site hasn’t gotten a raise since 2008 and that was actually because minimum wage went up.
Joe drops it at that even though I’m trying to convince him to do otherwise.
So after a bit more talking on my end he says “I’m just gonna give it to god.”
Are you kidding me? How fucking insulting can you be?
Don’t mumble some words in your bedroom and pretend you’re actually doing anything to help me.
Two guards already put in their two weeks and I along with at least 3 others are actively looking for new jobs and he’s saying he’s worried that we’ll leave but when I give him an easy fix he won’t even try.
Shib’s fuggin’ ridiculous.
Yesterday my best friend said he has absolutely no faith in me and that he thinks I’m always going to be exactly where I am now.
I know I have a hard time following through, but so much for a support system, I guess.
My dad has decided to try and get off of Suboxone again
so he’s going through heroin withdrawal like symptoms so I basically have to be his chauffeur now. He’s too tired to drive, do sick to function.
Just got back from buying my dad $140 worth of groceries and putting gas in his tank.
He didn’t once say thank you
closest he gets ever is saying “Good looking, D.”
The entire drive back home he was praising his god for “getting him through this difficult period of his life”.
With me sitting on the verge of financial and emotional bankruptcy*
A chill night with a friend quickly descended into absolute shit right after he left.
My dad fucked up. Again.
And I get to be the person to clean up the mess. Again.
I start 36 hours of work out of 2 days at 7am and I can’t fall asleep.
I’m working 56-64 hours a week, sleeping about 5 hours a night if I’m lucky and now I get to spend my last cent to keep us from being homeless and and carless and free of broken knees.
I don’t deserve this shit.
Three times in as many days different guards have, in one way or another, told me that I’m the smartest person at the site. One even said I’m the smartest person he knows.
This should make me feel good about myself, but honestly it makes me feel like absolute shit.
If I’m this smart then why am I stuck working at a place where actual mentally retarded people make up like a third of the staff?
I could do so much better.
Not trying to be hyperbolic, but if I don’t get out of this city by the end of the year I’ll probably end up blowing my brains out.
So my whole family is going to Georgia to visit my father’s family for a week.
I get to be stuck home at work because no one told me until 2 days ago and it’s way too short notice to request off at work.
This is the 4th family vacation in a row that I’ve missed for one reason or another.
Los Angeles? Nope.
Orlando? Nope.
Chicago? Nope.
Savannah/Smyrna/Jackson/Atlanta? Nope.
And now my dad is riding me to find them a deal on a car rental.
Cost to fix my bike - $227 +tax
Cost to fix my computer - “It’s not worth fixing you’d be better off buying a new one.”
FUCK
High points of my day… I got paid. I went to look at my potential new house and it’s pretty fucking awesome. Had a nice dinner with madukes. Took my bike to the shop to finally get it fixed. Low points of my day… It’s gonna cost bare minimum $200 to fix my bike.
anyone know any good DIY/home design blogs?
I may be renting my first house on Thursday and I wanna look at some inspiration
