For anyone concerned...
Aug. 30th, 2006 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nofaves...I did not fall off the end of the earth. I got a job, which was originally a nice, manageable 15-25 hours a week. Last week I got at least 40; this week it will be over 40.
I haven't worked outside my home for 16 years, since giving birth to my oldest. But back in July, knowing my youngest would be in school (All-day kindergarten!! Yippee!!), I applied for a job working in the supermarket three blocks from my house.
They put me in the deli, where within a month, I had shaved my finger in a slicer. Don't worry, they said. Everyone gets cut sooner or later. In fact, two weeks ago, a guy I was working with cut the top of his hand while cleaning a slicer.
Last week, I split duty between deli and hot foods, which is the department next door. I HATE hot foods. All you do is clean up oily things and wash a mountain of dishes, watching for the occasional customer all the while. That's where I was tonight, working with someone who hates hot foods as much as I do. Problem is, she manifests that hatred in an odd way -- she putzes around doing everything, taking forever, asking a ton of questions. The woman has been working hot foods longer than I've actually been working anywhere, and she's asking ME questions? Huh??? Either she's slow and dumb on purpose, hoping everyone will get tired of working with her and beg the manager to find her another job in the store, or she really is that slow and dumb. I can't figure out which.
My feet hurt. I'm beat. I have to work tomorrow in hot foods from 8:30 am to 3:00 pm, at which time I am free until Saturday night at 5:00 pm. (If you listen closely, you'll hear an exhausted "yay.") I should be able to get back on the beta track, since Friday is my day off.
I haven't worked outside my home for 16 years, since giving birth to my oldest. But back in July, knowing my youngest would be in school (All-day kindergarten!! Yippee!!), I applied for a job working in the supermarket three blocks from my house.
They put me in the deli, where within a month, I had shaved my finger in a slicer. Don't worry, they said. Everyone gets cut sooner or later. In fact, two weeks ago, a guy I was working with cut the top of his hand while cleaning a slicer.
Last week, I split duty between deli and hot foods, which is the department next door. I HATE hot foods. All you do is clean up oily things and wash a mountain of dishes, watching for the occasional customer all the while. That's where I was tonight, working with someone who hates hot foods as much as I do. Problem is, she manifests that hatred in an odd way -- she putzes around doing everything, taking forever, asking a ton of questions. The woman has been working hot foods longer than I've actually been working anywhere, and she's asking ME questions? Huh??? Either she's slow and dumb on purpose, hoping everyone will get tired of working with her and beg the manager to find her another job in the store, or she really is that slow and dumb. I can't figure out which.
My feet hurt. I'm beat. I have to work tomorrow in hot foods from 8:30 am to 3:00 pm, at which time I am free until Saturday night at 5:00 pm. (If you listen closely, you'll hear an exhausted "yay.") I should be able to get back on the beta track, since Friday is my day off.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2006-08-31 12:33 pm (UTC)Relax, put your feet up and take it easy for a little bit. Message me when you're up to it. As has been said in my house frequently, "I've seen the end of the world. This isn't it."
no subject
Date: 2006-08-31 12:35 pm (UTC)