When I found out Olivia's gymnastics schedule was going to be five days a week this fall, I immediately panicked. How in the world was I going to get her there four evenings and one Saturday afternoon, get Abigail and Sarah to dance, work and find anytime to say, breath? After careful consideration, I decided to turn in my notice at my place of employment.
I wrote my resignation, took it in and left it on my boss' desk. I knew this would not go over well because she was on vacation for a few more days, however, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I thought she would be back from vacation on Monday and she would have some time to "process" my letter. You know what? She didn't come back to work till Tuesday. You know what else? On Tuesdays (truck day), we are the only two people there from 6:00am till 8:00am! I had no idea what I would be walking into this Tuesday morning. I love my boss! She is non-stop, anxious, worst case scenario and matter of fact. Honestly, how can anyone not love the attention deficient? Face it people, without those of us suffering from it, life would be a great big bore! Anyway, I see her standing out front of the store when I pull into the parking lot. My immediate thought is far too inappropriate to type and all of you know exactly what word popped into my head! I decided it was time to get out and face the music.
As I approached her, she just smiled and we made idle conversation. I start thinking about how to prolong the conversation and perhaps use my A.D.D. to confuse her A.D.D. into focusing on her Tail of The Dragon motorcycle adventure. It worked for about two minutes until the rule "Twenty minutes of talking then a few minutes of silence" was apparently on A.D.D. time. "What are you doing to me?" she said. Thoughts are racing through my mind now and I am trying to have a witty, yet comical comeback - I got nothing! I start explaining that it's not the job, I actually like my job, it's just my kids schedules are becoming very demanding, and there are only so many hours in the day, my house is a disaster area (anyone who has been to my house knows this is an every day occurrence - I was not blessed my Mother's cleaning talents), Scott is working third shift now which makes it impossible for me to be here at 6:00am on a Tuesday morning with school starting and oh yeah, all of my kids are in school all day now, so if I found an evening to work, I would never see them! Retail employment is great for flexibility in schedules but generally speaking, it is very difficult to have this sort of schedule if you expect to be able to make plans. That was that, the conversation was over, well, at least for the next hour.
An hour later, as I predicted, she approached me again and asked if I would be willing to stay and work every other Sunday and Tuesday (truck day). Just to explain my "as I predicted" statement, at my work, it's kind of like the movie The Firm, once you are in, it's impossible to get out. I explained to her my situation with our union, I owe them back dues and they are taking an incredible amount of money out of my part-time paycheck and I would be working to pay them. It doesn't matter how many hours you work, they take the same amount. She asked me to find out how much I still owed and how long it would take me to pay them off and I agreed to do so.
The next day I called the union (I have another name for them). I still owed them $102.00! At an additional $10 a pay, which is $20 a month...well you can do the math. The union's lovely representative was not exactly helpful and assured me of all the great benefits I was getting by being a member of the union. I begged to differ with her and I am pretty sure she hopes I drive off a cliff in a fiery crash. When I saw my boss for the first time after talking to them, I informed her of the bad news and there was just no way I could stay since I would essentially be making wooden nickels.
My second to last day working was truck day. At first we went about putting truck out and right before her scheduled district conference call she made me a possible offer to stay. Her plan was to promote me to a shift manager, which would in turn give me a decent wage increase, thereby making up for the loss due to union dues and to work with my schedule even further. There was just one issue, she had to get permission from the district manager, she planned to call him immediately following the conference call and so she did. Right before I was to leave, she came over and told me she had gotten his approval and to please think it over.
I still work at CVS.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
*Or stupidity at this point*
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