Wow...What a ride...
This has been one crazy fucking 2 weeks.
On July 5th I got my back pack. My passport came on July 13th, 5 whole days early. Guess thats what happens when you get it during non-peak season. So Friday July 14th I got paid...I paid my ex his $250 for child support and dropped $1110 off at home for mine and Craigs one-way tickets to London. My dad was putting them on his credit card for me. That's what I did on my lunch break. I got back to work at 3 pm. My boss says he has to talk to me about something. That is NEVER good. I'm pretty sure I know whats coming.
Apparently they are doing some re-arranging with the things they've been doing there and have decided that I'm not needed. Thats just fucking great. Out of a job EXACTLY 8 weeks before I get on a plane to London. Way to fucking go. And I have 50 bucks to my name after paying for those things.
I took the weekend off...It's my weekend anyways.
Monday I start pounding the pavement. I start at 8 am. Thats fucking Early...I got up at 6. I dropped off about 10 resumes. On my very last one, I guess it was around 10:45, I spot a store in the Forks with a sign for wanted help and I go in and both the manager and owner were there. They looked at my resume gave me a brief interview and then called a couple references. I came back and she was like "the job is yours if you want it". I took it, obviously. Close to the same pay, various hours, opportunity for overtime. It was exactly what I was looking for. Lucky me....I think 3 hours to find a new job is some kind of record for me. Thats why I don't worry about finding work over in Europe, and then when I come back to Canada. I fucking rock.
I still need a second job if anyone knows where I could get one...any help is appreciated.
Well, time for some sleep. Working in a bridal salon is a lot harder than it looked. I'm exhausted.
On July 5th I got my back pack. My passport came on July 13th, 5 whole days early. Guess thats what happens when you get it during non-peak season. So Friday July 14th I got paid...I paid my ex his $250 for child support and dropped $1110 off at home for mine and Craigs one-way tickets to London. My dad was putting them on his credit card for me. That's what I did on my lunch break. I got back to work at 3 pm. My boss says he has to talk to me about something. That is NEVER good. I'm pretty sure I know whats coming.
Apparently they are doing some re-arranging with the things they've been doing there and have decided that I'm not needed. Thats just fucking great. Out of a job EXACTLY 8 weeks before I get on a plane to London. Way to fucking go. And I have 50 bucks to my name after paying for those things.
I took the weekend off...It's my weekend anyways.
Monday I start pounding the pavement. I start at 8 am. Thats fucking Early...I got up at 6. I dropped off about 10 resumes. On my very last one, I guess it was around 10:45, I spot a store in the Forks with a sign for wanted help and I go in and both the manager and owner were there. They looked at my resume gave me a brief interview and then called a couple references. I came back and she was like "the job is yours if you want it". I took it, obviously. Close to the same pay, various hours, opportunity for overtime. It was exactly what I was looking for. Lucky me....I think 3 hours to find a new job is some kind of record for me. Thats why I don't worry about finding work over in Europe, and then when I come back to Canada. I fucking rock.
I still need a second job if anyone knows where I could get one...any help is appreciated.
Well, time for some sleep. Working in a bridal salon is a lot harder than it looked. I'm exhausted.
posted by Mandy Christina @ 11:17 PM
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