Another venting post:
It’s getting closer to the move in date. I’m rather excited because It’s a new environment and I get to make the most of it.
But there’s a rather big roadblock that’s not allowing me to focus on enjoying just…life.
And that particular thing is my job. Come April I will have been working at my job for 9 months, of which has been the longest I’ve ever held a job. Part of me is embarrassed by that, part of me just owns that. Mostly because of school, but anyways… of the time I’ve been working here, I’ve been subjected to risky work conditions, received 6 write ups for defending myself against situations where I felt like I was wrongfully confronted anyways, and I frequently find myself crying in my car on my lunch breaks because I’m trying desperately to stay afloat in this cut throat environment of a job.
Rewind to the last situation concerning my husband and I moving. My dad managed to put aside his rather stern demeanor he typically has, and offered to pay our rent, in order for me to focus on school. Which is another thing that has been slowly effected by my job. And they absolutely refuse to work with me on my schedule. I will gladly be a weekend warrior if it means I’m not pushing 90 miles an hour trying to make it in 40 mins across Houston while being deep into 5pm traffic. Only to get scolded for being late. I have no idea why they schedule me 5 days a week to work 5 hour shifts instead of letting me work 3, 8 hour shifts on the weekends to match the 24-25 hour part time requirement.
Nonetheless today was the last straw. I dropped something filled to the brim with water, by accident, and had 3 employees jump all over me with passive aggressive comments. I’m already looked down upon because I’m new, but I’m even more a pain in the ass because I do my best not to be taken advantage of, so I politely tried to explain that it was an accident. But after hearing a very faint, but rather snarky remark I kind of…shut down. Usually my anger shows itself first and I go off. But I didn’t. Maybe I’m too sensitive? Idk. But with everything that has been going on lately, the last thing I feel like dealing with are some employees who can’t handle a little accidental splash of water on the hemlines of their pants.
A manager and few other nice employees noticed I had been crying, and offered a hug or to talk, and I couldn’t help but think it was fake. Merely a programmed response because that’s what they’ve been told to do. Not because it originated in them as something they wanted to do. And I feel that way about every last person I see at my job. I’m just a number to them. Or I’m just another being that works in the same facility as they do. Which is probably true, and understandable, but I’m not someone who operates like that. I care about practically everyone, regardless of how much I do or do not know them. Even coming from a stressed filled day at school, or a whirlwind of crap in my personal life, I refuse to take it out on people I barely know.
I’m very torn between staying there because my paycheck is decent considering I practically do nothing at my job except do stuff everyone else is too lazy to do, and quitting because it’s interfering with my studies, and it’s causing me to come home miserable. I’m also trying to prove to myself that I can hold a job. But at the same time, why do I have to prove that? I’ve already proven that I can stay focused, and remain in school, when many situations would’ve otherwise led me to drop out. I’m determined to get my degree. I’ll be the first of my family on either side to graduate from college.
I just…I just don’t think 14$ an hour is worth my mental well being, or past 4 years I’ve spent on my college degree. I was going to hold out until my next paycheck and then quit. I have the resources to do so, and my husband and I will still be okay. But I’ll still have that little voice in my head telling me that I’m quitter.