The aforementioned humiliation at change of job duties is no more. Because the job is no more as of end of August. Not to be dramatic (me?) but I was promised by the head man himself a job through December, and a few days later they had simply changed their minds, saying the schedule wasn't to their liking. Of course, they had all that info when the promise was made. I've already worked through most of the anger, but a deep feeling of disappointment in people as a whole remains, and it colors my view in a way that will be hard to erase.
Still foolish enough to accept yet another part-time position (I have two part-time positions...the other one did not change knockonwoodthankluckystars) in another location....alas, 44 miles round trip, and I have no idea how I can afford that. But job is better than no job. The "new" manager is quite splendid, so there's always hope. Maybe. With progress like this, I should be living in the gutter by retirement age.
Should I have taken up my ex-lover's offer a while back when he offered to pay for unencumbered bjs?
Nah. I only do that for love ;)
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