I am so happy! I love my job. That may change of course come the holiday season, but for now, I am in paradise. When I die, I hope the afterlife is one big bookstore (or library).
There is a guy at work, Joe, who is so completely adorable. Of course, I won’t tell him (he’s probably taken anyway, all the good ones usually are). He just has one of those perfectly shaped heads that baldness emphasizes. Some people can be hairless, and their heads are all lumpy. But Joe has one of those asthetically-pleasing, bald heads.
…. ok, I’m nuts.
My feet and legs no longer feel like they’re going to cripple up. You know after three years of sitting on my backside at the bank, I really thought I’d need more time to become acclimated to standing for 8+ hours. Maybe it’s the happyhappyjoyjoy endorphins kicking in. heh
On a less humorous note, keenspace is once again down. If you are a fan of my webcomic, keenspace says they don’t know when it will come back up. Something about a triple failure, the rats. Darn it but even a free service should not be down so much.
I’m beginning to think I should go elsewhere with my comic, but where could I go that has an auto-update system and unlimited space? Is it really worth staying at keenspace if it’s down once a week?
Glee! I am now a proud employee of Borders Books! I go in today to fill out paperwork and watch a few training videos. Then I start Wednesday.
I figure no matter how many videos they make me watch, it will still not be as boring as the exact same branch meeting at the bank every month, and the super boring, required by law exact same BSA training every year. Gods how I hated that. At least give some new information or have more than the one same video every single frikkin time!
Anyway, I get to work with books and music! Yay! Heh, my best friend who is an asst mgr in a Waldens in Chicago is already suggesting I transfer to her store. lol
Yah, finally, I complain about no call backs, and the next day I get two.
Borders called. Plus is, it’s full time and I get to work with books and music all the day long. Down side, only $6.50 an hour. But plus again, benefits and possibility of a better wage “depending upon my position.” Down side, again, $6.50 an hour…. Interview’s tomorrow at 3pm. But plus, I won’t be a mindless drone. I can have intellectual thoughts and not be penalized for them. Guess we’ll see eh?
The other job was with DDOC (discount drugs of Canada). Pluses… $8-$10 an hour, 33-34 hours a week, 9-4, weekends free. Downside, no benefits, about an hour commute, and office work. Another minus, they’re less than a year old. They were only condicting phone interviews and will be selecting five of the forty or so resumes they recieve to actually try an in-house interview next week. So who knows what may happen. I may not even get a call back from them.
Banking on the Borders job. I want to work with books again even if the wage is crapola. Hey, least there’s the discount. Glee!
Well, here I am again. I seem to post in stutters and jerks. If my rants were a car, we’d all have whiplash. heh 
I’m still unemployed. Not one of the businesses I gave my resume to have called me. I went to the Allentown Business School to see about a marketing/advertising program. Dear gods they’re expensive! For a year and a half, it would have been twice what I was making yearly when I was still employed full time as a bank teller. How the heck do people afford school?
I absolutely will not take out a loan. I owe enough money on my credit card and for my car. I am not going to owe $30,000 yet on top of that. Forget it. That’s like one hundred times what I owe now.
The representative kind of talked me into signing up anyway. Mostly I was tired after two hours of indoctrination and outright flattery, and wasn’t thinking too clearly any more. (And he was really cute and Irish like me heh).
Eeeew, but while I was there, I saw the first boss I ever had. I think she works there. I don’t think I could face the possibility of seeing her creepy self every Monday through Thursday for a year and a half. She recognized me right away. She said she was glad to see I had “come out of my shell.” AS IF! Gah, online I’m a bit of a personality, but in person, if I don’t know you, I can barely talk without a stutter. I suppose compared to how I was when I first entered the workforce under her bulging, watchful eyes, I was worse than I am now, but not by much. I hope to the gods I can find a job where I can hide from people for extended lengths of time. I can’t work with the public any more. I think I’m broken.
So once I got home (before actually), of course I changed my mind about going to ABS. My mother and her boyfriend’s reactions merely clinched my gut feeling. That was just way too much money to be spending even if I wouldn’t have to pay anything back till six months after my graduation. I called the representative this morning, and it took him three hours to call back. Yeesh!
But he had told me I could get the $60 admission’s fee refunded in five days if I chose to back out, so no harm done I suppose.
Ahahahah! I have to laugh. It took them two days when they could have just done it on Tuesday when they first reprimanded me. Maybe they had to get together a committee first and collate votes. I picture the coliseum with many togaed bank representatives with thumbs turned downward…
…I wonder if they were waiting to coincide with September 11th to make an example of me…
Did you guess?
That’s right!
I got fired for terroristic threats on the anniversary of 9/11.
No, really! It is beyond bizarre. They gave me five week’s severance, my unused week of vacation, and told me I could collected unemployment. So it’s not like they actually think I’m going to come back and shoot up the bank…. which I am banned from now BTW. Or maybe they do, and hence, the sweet deal of a termination package.
Of course, I made it quite clear that Connie, the girl that told them all about our entirely non-violent conversation, would probably be very happy to have my job instead of transferring. I didn’t come right out and say she did it to *get* my job, but I’m sure anyone with half a brain cell can infer it.
And I also managed to tell another coworker, Lauren, all about Connie’s apparent conniving nature earlier in the day. Soon the whole bank will know, cause you can’t expect them not to talk about my “termination,” and no one will trust Connie anymore. Muahahahah! Plus everyone will hate her because now no one will be getting to go home early any more with fewer people to work!
The branch manager Donna, who’s always disliked me, had to follow me around the bank while I said goodbye to everyone. I wasn’t allowed to say why I was leaving, especially not with her watching over my shoulder, but I did get to put in one jab. When I was saying goodbye to Lauren, she said I should stop in and visit, and I said I wasn’t allowed to. HaHA!
I said goodbye to everyone BUT Donna. I would have said goodbye to her just like everyone else, but as I was leaving, heading right to the door, I turned to say goodbye to her last and she was gone! Even though the district manager denied that Donna disliked me, I think we can all see the evidence of her true feelings.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid my Former bosses were in firing me. Of all the people there, I’m probably the least likely to ever commit a violent act, and yet here I am, free of the place for cracking a joke to the wrong person.
(My mom asked me if I wanted dinner just now, and I told her no, I’m too full of glee! 
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Ah well. Now I have all the time I never had before to look for a new job (and I have several prospects already). I can use my 401K without penalty to go back to school, and get a part-time, less aggravating job elsewhere. Thanks Connie! Yay!
And they were so nice about it, I guess I won’t wage a war of words on them. Let them suffer as all people who wrong me do… by divine intervention.
No lie, people that do me wrong have major life problems. Like my first job, after I left it, the manager who had always been creepy and nasty as all Heck, lost her job because the place declared bankruptcy and then, hearsay probably, I heard she got put away in an asylum. In my second job, I was fired after I got really sick during their “probation period,” and I heard later that my boss got his Asst. pregnant in a back room (both married to others of course) and both were fired. I could go on, but why bother.
It all boils down to the same thing. Don’t mess with me. I have friends of a higher power looking out for me. I know it seems like my previous employers did it to themselves, but statistically speaking, it just doesn’t quite jive with that theory. Heh I love my protective spirits. Most Pagans will talk about the ethics of casting revenge spells and what-not. I never need worry about it. All things come to those who wait. GLEEE!
Gods I cannot take my job any more. It’s like banging your head into a concrete wall embedded with glass spikes for 6-9 hours every day with an $8 compensation every hour. Then half of it is taken back for benefits that you don’t use because they only benefit the doctors and taxes you’ll never see again because no one can tell you how they’re really spent.
I shouldn’t complain, I know. Lots of people still make less than that, and this is the most I have ever made per hour at any one of my many previous jobs, plus benefits and a 401k, but good grief! They have to give you that stuff just to dressup the festering corpse that is my job. And without the benefits, their employees would be dropping like leprosy ridden flies.
So I was joking with a coworker, in private, with no one around to hear… a coworker I trusted, though she hasn’t been there that long. I forget what all we talked about, but I was in a crappy mood from Friday because I was supposed to go home and was forced to stay later. And really, the reason I wanted to go home was to watch something on tv, so it wasn’t really important, but damn it, it was my turn, and I wanted to leave, and the b**** asst. head teller could have been a lot nicer in the way she said I couldn’t. (Of course, you know the bosses make sure THEY leave when they’re supposed to, rotten hypocrits.) And I said, JOKINGLY, that if they did anything else to me at work that I’d go postal. Then I added that anyone I shot at from the roof would be in more danger from a ricochet than an actual bullet because I’m such a terrible shot. (Point of fact, the closest I’ve ever come to firing a gun is a BB gun when I was about 11, plus I’m a vegetarian. You can bet that if I’m not willing to kill a “dumb” animal, I’m not going to kill any dumb people either.)
Now this was in the midst of joking. It wasn’t something I just blurted out of a sullen, brooding silence after staring off into space for an undisclosed, but creepy, length of time. We touched on many topics. And anyone who spends any amount of time with me (even someone who’s only worked with me four months) is going to realize my humor is somewhat… unique.
But she went and told my superiors that I was threatening to go sniper from the roof or some inanity. So they called me back to “reprimand” me today, and suggest I avail myself of their “free” counseling hotline. Great good gods! They’re the ones who need counseling. What? Are they so paranoid they think the vegetarian pacifist who tries to educate them when they make their daily bigoted and racist remarks and jokes is going to open up a can of whoopass on them from the concrete ledges above? They also said I should not take out my frustration on the coworker who ratted on me. Yeah, cause you know, if I’m going to shoot up the town, I should spare the simpering toady.
The only thing I can think is that she wants my job, and really, she can have it. She’s part-time, but due to some people being out (maternity, back to school, medical, etc) she’s been doing full-time hours but without the benefits of being full-time. She just put in for a transfer to another branch for a full-time position, but our branch is ever so much closer to her home. So, what am I supposed to think here? eh?
So my joke was in poor taste. I’d be the first to admit it, but anyone who knows me, knows I’m not an aggressive or brutal person. I’d prefer a war of words before physical attack any day.
So, all I can say is, they’d just best beware the wrath of my pen. When I quit, and with the amount of s**t I’ve been dealing with lately could be any day now, they’re going to get a barrage of bad press compliments of me and maybe OSHA.
I dreamed last night that I was a time traveller. I went back in time and lived at the top of a mountain above some ancient civilization. (It seemed like Rome.) I threw down jewels and jewelry to encourage people to be more charitable. And then I went away for a while.
When I came back, everyone was dead. They had killed each other in order to take what their neighbors had.
So I took out this black thing and started unfolding it. And as I unfolded it, it started to turn into an airplane. I planned to take everyone who lived at the top of the mountain away with me. They were all people I had taken from various time periods.
I don’t know if I was successful though, because I woke up.
