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| Story of our Life |
| 05.25.07 (7:16 pm) [edit] |
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So, Jeremy has just started a new job at Target making $9.50/h and mostly guaranteeing 40 hours. Yay. Life might finally good!
Of course, since nothing can ever be good with us. With every good thing that ever happens to us must be immediately eclipsed by bad news...y'know, to keep life from being too slightly-more-comfortable . This isn't pessimism, just sad our reality. My hours have been cut, despite that my availability is now completely open (which usually works to ones advantage), and people who have been there for about 5-8 months less than me are getting 40 and 38 hours and I've got 29 hours. (Might be because one of them is fucking the produce manager, who is too old for her). And there's no need to worry about whether Memorial Day is one of those paid-extra holidays because I have it off. Apparently it was "fuck the people who have been there the longest week" because another guy, who rarely gets much less than 40 hours and has been there about 3 years only got 32 this week. Of course, as when this always happens, I have requested time off, one day the following week to take my in-laws to San Francisco (and my favorite place in the city, Alcatraz) probably only 30 hours that week, and then Las Vegas for 4 days the week after that (i'm gonna go see Spamalot!) so I'm in no position to bitch right now. I really really really don't understand why things just can't go good. Why the good news can't come without a bad news. Our luck makes me believe there is an almighty deity in this world because he's got a fucked up sense of humor. Current Mood:  frustrated
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