Pardon me as I burn. Actually no. Pardon me if I sound a tad bit skitzo in this blog. My brain is jumping all over the place this morning. So. This may or may not make sense. Just like pants. Because pants should always be optional. Like at Walmart. Shirt and Shoes required… so doesn’t say anything about pants.
So first up on the plate. My work. For 3 weeks I had the perfect schedule. Monday-Friday. It was enough to scrape by on my bills. Barely. But I was grateful to have my job, even more so that I love it. I reallly do love my job. Seriously. I get to bartend for the 55+ crowd. They’re awesome. My co-workers are awesome. My boss is awesome. I’m not even lying. The only thing that made it rough was that I have to drive 45 minutes to work and make minimum wage. On Tuesdays and Fridays I have to pay a babysitter. Those days, between gas and the sitter’s fee, I pay $5 to go to work (before taxes). I don’t even want to know now that gas has gone up again and figuring in the taxes… no. But still. I was grateful.
Then my hours got cut. Last week I had Tues-Fri. This week? I was scheduled for Tues and Wednesday. That’s it. So for yesterday, I would’ve paid to go to work. I would’ve only made a profit today. So for the first time I actually sat back and thought about it. I’ve never liked the idea of quitting a job with out another one lined up. I know I spend money to go to work, but I’m still working! I just can’t wrap my head around quitting a job… just to be unemployed. But it finally happened (for the 3rd time, after the 2nd, I did say I would quit) my hours got cut again, and I don’t think that I can work it financially. So yesterday as I looked outside at the snow storm, I actually thought about it.
Do I really want to drag my daughter out in the snow storm to drop her off at the sitters, pay my sitter, then drive 45 minutes (if not longer thanks to traffic) in a snow storm, to work for 3 hours at minimum wage just to drive back through the snow get my daughter and go home. All to make no money, but to pay out. This has irritated me for a while, and I finally decided no. It’s not worth it. I can’t afford to go to work. I called in. I felt bad. But I just can’t do it. So I’m scheduled for tonight, serving, so like 4-8:30. That’s it for the week. I’m expecting to get written up when I go to work for calling in, but I am going to go in, and look at the schedule for next week. If it’s not at least 4 days, I’m going to quit. In reality, I think even if I get Mon-Fridays back, I should quit. Working Mon-Fri on a bi-week pay schedule… my paychecks are still only $230. That’s $460 a month.
I just hate this though. I don’t want to quit something I love. I really don’t, but at this point, I could make that money selling my knitted shit and shoveling driveways. I don’t know. Ugh.