Because no one saw this coming. Ha.
Adrian, my stepfather and boss, asked me to stay on with the company for a $3/hr raise today. His reasoning: "That's an extra $120 a week. If you save up, you can get your own apartment instead of sharing a house." His real reasoning: "No one else can train your replacement and if she messes up the billing in the middle of the holiday season, I'm fucked sideways without lube."
Ah. Ah-ha. Hahahaha. Ha. Ahhhhhh.
Sorry. I just had to get that out.
So. The plan is as follows: I'm still moving all of my stuff out on Dec. 10th. I explained to him that it's time for me to move. It's not as though I don't have reasons, and at the top of the list is that I was told to move. So, there's that.
However, I will stay on with the company for an extra week to train the new person better. It's not fair to her to only have one week's training, and I'm not going to make the drivers suffer because we have an asshole regional manager who didn't prepare for my leaving when I gave him my notice. No one could possibly learn that job in one week. Well, I did, but then again, I'd covered for my mother a few times before, so I already had an idea of what I was getting myself into.
I'll live out of a duffle bag for a week, get paid extra for staying on, and alleviate my own holiday money headache. I'll be able to go to New York with Skyler on the 11th without freaking out about being poor, and I'll be able to pick up a few gifts that I didn't know if I'd have the money for. Plus, my first student loan payment is due on the 14th ($200), so that will make that easier to do.
Still, I am going to miss the job a little. I came back from the restroom today, only to find the number for "Sexy Melvin" programmed into my phone. Melvin's one of the drivers, and he's hysterical. I'm going to miss him stealing my breakfast bars every morning. I seriously get asked out at that place on average twice a week. I've been proposed to, been recited Spanish love poetry. It's kind of amusing.
Plus, there are the wonderful customers. Crazy Chinese ladies who curse in Mandarin (my inner fangirl howled), women who sound like the Swedish Chef. Guys who live so far out in the sticks, they give directions like "go past that fourth red barn and turn left at the archery target." Doing billing for Ms. A. Merica, Ms. Krach, Mr. Penix, Mr. Smellers, Ms. Awkward. I'm going to have some funny stories when I leave that place, like the time that the guy who threatened the office with a gun asked me out, explaining that he'd never have shot me, because I'm too pretty to die. Ahh, working for the mob can be so lively.
Ah. Ah-ha. Hahahaha. Ha. Ahhhhhh.
Sorry. I just had to get that out.
So. The plan is as follows: I'm still moving all of my stuff out on Dec. 10th. I explained to him that it's time for me to move. It's not as though I don't have reasons, and at the top of the list is that I was told to move. So, there's that.
However, I will stay on with the company for an extra week to train the new person better. It's not fair to her to only have one week's training, and I'm not going to make the drivers suffer because we have an asshole regional manager who didn't prepare for my leaving when I gave him my notice. No one could possibly learn that job in one week. Well, I did, but then again, I'd covered for my mother a few times before, so I already had an idea of what I was getting myself into.
I'll live out of a duffle bag for a week, get paid extra for staying on, and alleviate my own holiday money headache. I'll be able to go to New York with Skyler on the 11th without freaking out about being poor, and I'll be able to pick up a few gifts that I didn't know if I'd have the money for. Plus, my first student loan payment is due on the 14th ($200), so that will make that easier to do.
Still, I am going to miss the job a little. I came back from the restroom today, only to find the number for "Sexy Melvin" programmed into my phone. Melvin's one of the drivers, and he's hysterical. I'm going to miss him stealing my breakfast bars every morning. I seriously get asked out at that place on average twice a week. I've been proposed to, been recited Spanish love poetry. It's kind of amusing.
Plus, there are the wonderful customers. Crazy Chinese ladies who curse in Mandarin (my inner fangirl howled), women who sound like the Swedish Chef. Guys who live so far out in the sticks, they give directions like "go past that fourth red barn and turn left at the archery target." Doing billing for Ms. A. Merica, Ms. Krach, Mr. Penix, Mr. Smellers, Ms. Awkward. I'm going to have some funny stories when I leave that place, like the time that the guy who threatened the office with a gun asked me out, explaining that he'd never have shot me, because I'm too pretty to die. Ahh, working for the mob can be so lively.