Job Hunt Day 1

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.


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Hating Work Made Me Late

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 .


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We Put In Work

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 🙂 .

 


 

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I Don’t Care

Today I didn’t want to get up, oh boy didn’t I want to get up! I woke up early as hell. I don’t even know why, just opened my eyes looked at the time and was like dam it. Tried going back to sleep but got stressed I wouldn’t wake up. I still got up and went to work.

On my way to work I almost cried. I was on the verge of tears the whole ride there. I almost drove off the road and crashed just to avoid the fact that I had to go to work. I regretted even getting up in the first place, I wanted to turn back time and just call off.

As soon as I got to work, my mood changed. I have no idea where it went, who took it, or how I came to stumble upon a better mood. But it just happened.

I think it was my I don’t care attitude. I just didn’t care. What ever happened, I didn’t care. getting yelled at? I didn’t care. My boss being her usual annoying self? I didn’t care. It saved me a huge head ache. Not caring about anything really saves you energy.

But it sucks that I still have to work here. I swear I don’t care about it. I’m not even trying anymore. I’m just a body, I’m just a number in that place.

I forgot where I was going with this. Maybe I just wanted to rant. Or maybe I just wanted to let a little bit of frustration out. One of my friends says that I’m not fine. I told him that I am. I’m peachy. I’m wonderful. Aside form work I don’t have any other complaints. I don’t care about work.

It is what it is. I just don’t care.

That’s Business

It’s a crazy thing to say that I’d rather be at home with a back injury then at work in perfect physical shape.

But that’s how it is unfortunately. The place where I work at is getting insanely demanding. No one wants to work there. Just two days ago I spoke with three coworkers about how much they think of quitting. The only reason they don’t? They need the money.

It didn’t used to be like this. I mean everyone is allowed to hate their job once in a while. It’s stressful, demanding, and sometimes the people make it worse. But more than often those little hurtles smooth out. And sometimes they don’t.

I work in a distribution facility. Nothing fancy. Just auto parts that are distributed to the major auto parts stores across the world. Including some small mom and pop shops.

We used to be one company, but then we’re bought out by a 60 billion dollar company. The name was recently changed, and of course I’m not going to divulge that information. But the company sucks.

Everyone is tense. Everyone is over worked. And everyone is fed up with the amount of rules and regulations that have been put in place in the past couple of months. I’m a lead at those warehouse, so I’ve gone to a couple of management meetings. Guess what? Everyone’s just a number.

I know a lot of you will be like yeah that’s business. Does it have to be that way though? They’re trying to get very last minute out of people for better production, every last breathe, sweat, and tears out of them.

Maybe I’m in the wrong, as I read this post over, I figure that all jobs are liek this? They pay you little but get the most out of you. In the end numbers are what matter, not you.