Yesterday, along with all my coworkers, we found out that the company we work for is going to downsize more than half of the employees. We are currently staffed at 150 and they’re goal is to get down to 60 by July. That does not include management, which there are 15 and will go down to 3.
They explained that the company moved to the west coast here in California a while ago to supply the demands of customers here. They thought that by having the business closer to them they would profit and all. That did no work out. So they are moving back to the east coast where headquarters is currently at. There will only be one account left here in California, and the 60 people that remain will be supplying that accounts product.
There are so many questions that people have. They are concerned. I feel them. They have families, car payments, houses they just bought. But I am not that worried. I want to leave that place. If you have been reading my blog for a while now, you know how much I hate it there. And looking back at it now it all makes sense. The cut backs, the high demand in production, and the excessive firing for dumb stupid reasons.
There will be a pay out. Only a month’s worth, but still, some people are happy about that. Some people can’t wait to collect unemployment. Others, they actually want to be part of the 60 that stay. Nothing is certain. No one knows how they will be electing the people. No one knows when they will start issuing the WARN letters. Technically after they hand you that letter, 60 days from that day will be your last.
I have not heard anything from the job I interviewed at. I was worried before, but now I know that if it was meant to be it would have been. I know I have to keep trying and trying until something comes up. I do not believe in unemployment. Living off the government is not something I am ok with. I know I hate working, but everything I have I have worked for it, I am not one to get things handed to, I don’t do that.
But deep down inside. Some where deep deep in there, there is doubt, there is worry, and I fear when it will rise, because when it does. It’s not going to be pretty.
Good news everyone! I got a freaking job interview!
The other day I got an email from a job I honestly had for gotten I had applied to. I looked at the email and examined it in all the ways I could, last time I got an email like this good it turned out it was a scam. But after researching the employer and reading countless articles online I decided that yes, it was an actual interview.
The job seems to be easy but some reviews say that its not worth it. There are many fields which are available to work in. I applied to one which you go to a person who is insured with the company and help them with their phone. Seems simple enough. Its better than what I am doing now, so that’s good. The pay is actually very impressive, they also reimburse you for your mileage , so I’m down with that.
I had the first interview today actually. It was over the phone and it went pretty well (if I do say so myself). They ask you those normal not too hard questions at the beginning as they always do. Then the person said that I would be moving on to the second interview, which is with the hiring manager. It’s a video meeting so I’m eh about that.
I went online to see if I was actually being scammed because obviously this sounds way too good to be true. But yes this is their process. (I feel like a crazy ex girlfriend spying on her ex’s every move lol). The next step (if the hiring manager likes me) would be a meeting with the rest of the “new hires”, which is basically an orientation type of thing.
I’m excited. It’s something new. Its a change and I need and want it right now. The hours are ok, not actually that great, but I’m totally fine with that, I have been working morning shifts for so long that I want to work a little later.
I hope I didn’t just jinx it, but if I did at least it gave me something to write about. Anyways, wish me luck and I will be on my way!
To get a good job in today’s job market this is what you’ll need; a good resume, 25 years of experience, 73 degrees, a letter signed by the queen of England, and three strands of hair picked right from a witches mole.
If you think I’m exaggerating, I’m not. Yesterday I was looking at some postings and it seems that employers expect you to know what you will be doing on the job before you even have it. What’s up with that? I get it, it’s your company and you want the best, but no one is perfect.
Yesterday was day one of searching for a job. I’m looking at nearly anything. Jobs that are way above me, jobs that are right up my ally, and jobs that are very questionable.
I even joked to some friends that I’d be down to sell pictures of my feet, if it came down to that. I know a lot of people like that fetish type of stuff. I went a little further in saying I’d sell my used socks as well. I literally can’t find the line because I always cross it. Of course I’m not going to do that for reals… for now.
One of my friends suggested that I be a stripper. And although I’ve thought about it maybe once or nine times before. I don’t really have the body for it. Don’t get me wrong , I could get the body if I wanted to. But the face would still be the same. Ugly. But that can be covered by a mask. Masked stripper? Maybe that could be a thing? Spiral me to super stardom? Who knows. In the mean time I have to get in shape. So technically I still need a job.
Another friend suggested Doordash. Not my first option. But it’s an option nonetheless, and at least this way I won’t have to be buying socks every week. I signed up and got approved. Also signed up for Postmates. I’m desperate to leave my current job. Can’t you tell?
The thing that I don’t wnat to do is let my emotions get in the way of my thinking and quit without having a Plan B. So this is basically me “being smart”. But no doubt I will be on the search for a job that suits my needs. In the meantime I’ll be trying to keep my sanity and my composure at work. Even though I might lose one of those pretty soon.
It’s Monday. I know, I’m sorry I reminded you. But mine is worse than your’s, hear me out. I woke up today like a usual normal day. (You know, hating the fact that I had to go to work). I did not want to get up at all, so I stayed in bed to an unreasonable time. The thought of going to work made me want to vomit all over myself.
But I got up as soon as I calculated that I had enough time to make it to work even though I stayed in bed as long as I could. I made my lunch, changed, and was in my car maybe five minutes later, if that’s not a world record I don’t know what is.
But get this. THIS was a sign from God. Or destiny or faith or what ever her name is. (Back story info: we have a gate that opens automatically at our home). So while I was trying to pull out of the drive way, the gate would not open. I was pressing the button uncontrollably and very aggressively and that didn’t seem to help. I even got off my car to see if pushing it would help. But I have the strength of a week old bunny so of course nothing happened.
As soon as I got back in my car the door magically decided it was time to open. After making me five minutes late and seeing how I was not going to make it to work on time in only ten minutes I decided to just use sick time and go in work two hours later.
A moment of relief came to me. No work for two hours, what a blessing. So with my time I decided to go to Starbucks because I’m basic as hell. And I wanted to work on my next YouTube video. So check that out.
The time has come though, I have to go to hell. I have 30 minutes to get there and I’m going to try to stretch every second that I came so it becomes longer, but at least on the bright side I wont be at work for that long .
I know I talked crap about my boss yesterday, and today I have a little more dirt to throw her way, but it’s all because she set me up for failure.
As you know (or will now) I cover her meetings when she isn’t there. Today she called me in the morning saying how the 10 o’clock meeting had been canceled. I said ok great, I didn’t really want to go anyways. I never do. I asked one of the other managers just to verify. He said that there was in fact still a meeting.
Whats going on? Why is she setting me up for failure? The managers will be wondering why I didn’t go to the meeting when they saw me out on the floor. Now, I wonder. Was this her plan? To come back on Monday and be asked why I didn’t go and her to throw me under he bus like that? Hmmm well it didn’t work.
I still ended up going to the meeting and it was almost 2 hours. It wasn’t as bad as it was I thought it was going to be. Just at the end when everyone was leaving I got put on blast by the big boss (general manager) saying how when my boss isn’t there that we basically don’t do anything. Um ok sure, if that’s what people tell you that’s fine. First check your facts bruh. We put in work, well, sometimes.
Let me tell you, two of my coworkers love to talk. When I say love to talk I mean LOVE to talk. Any one they see they will stop and talk to. I honestly think they would even stop and talk to a wall if they had an option. That slows us down so much. And gets who gets to hear it when the boss comes back. ME.
So I told one of them that they needed to basically get with it and actually work. I was frustrated and tired so I know for a fact I might have said it in a negative way. No, I know for a fact that I did, and my intention was to hurt, so I should apologize to be honest but we’ll see where that boat floats to.
This is where I understand my boss. She doesn’t want to get scolded from her boss so she pushed us to try to be our best. Sure, she really doesn’t have any people skills but still she’s trying her best, you know?
I feel the same way right now. I don’t want to go in on Monday and be yelled at because we didn’t do anything today. It’s a pyramid. An awful one. That’s just how it is though. I’m glad it’s the weekend. I can’t wait to sit around and do nothing 🙂 .