- 6 years ago
- Wedding: August 2013
I already posted about this in other threads, but hey, I want a pity party.
I lost my job today. It’s a blessing in disguise, and I’m really trying not to be too upset about it, but it’s hard. This is the third time I’ve been laid off, and it SUCKS. (The first two were while I was still in college.)
So, I graduated with my Marketing degree last summer, yay. I’d been laid off twice in 2010, and I decided to live off of my GI Bill and concentrate on school for the last year of college. I got to spend a lot of time on school, got a lot of sleep, and spent a lot of time with Fiance. It was awesome. (Although I will say that I applied for over two hundred jobs during this time and got fuck all, even for part time jobs making minimum wage.)
After I graduated, I applied at several staffing agencies at the behest of a friend. Despite scoring the highest they’d ever seen on every test, all but one of the agencies did nothing for me. The one that did gave me a great experience and I had a position in the office of a greenhouse within a couple of weeks. It was an okay environment–it was very casual, they had a cat, and the hours were nice because during the off season, we worked M-Th only. I never really liked the owner. He seemed bored and liked to get into everything and assign busy work and annoy the crap out of people (because he never let anyone do their jobs). The busy season made everyone very tense and angry; there was lots of yelling and door slamming and people generally acting like children. It was awkward and made worse by the long hours (we worked until we were done, often leaving me in the office 2+ hours after closing, and every Saturday for the same amount of time), but I was trying to hold out to get hired in and negotiate a salary with the owner. Around this same time, they said that they weren’t going to hire in anyone directly anymore–everyone had to go through the staffing agency.
I was supposed to be hired in in December, but that was the slow season, so they said after the new year. The third week of January, I was handed a full sheet of paper with a completely new set of responsibilities and told that I wasn’t going to get hired in in January. This same day was the first day of our new accountant–direct hired, and no, I wasn’t told. They didn’t even introduce her to me. A couple of weeks later, Fiance proposed and we started talking about wedding planning and buying a house. I hadn’t heard anything about hiring in, so I went straight to the owner and asked if he had a time he was thinking of hiring me in; he flat out said no. I kind of sputtered and said, “Well, I now have a wedding to pay for, and we’d like to buy a house, too, so I was wondering…” He mentioned that he wanted me to get through the busy season first because of how tense it gets. That pushed my timeline into June.
Then this. I should have seen it coming, honestly. At least the two main office ladies were like…almost in tears and gave me hugs and told me what an awesome job I’d been doing.
I’d already started looking for other jobs, since I did NOT like being yelled at/treated like crap for no reason at all/just because someone is in a bad mood. Now I have time to focus on that, find a job that uses my talents and actually pays me what I’m worth. I can do lots of wedding stuff, get lots of sleep, spend some time with Fiance, and see my family. My grandpa is not doing well at all–he’s had cancer for three years now and is getting worse and weaker. My grandma couldn’t even call us to tell us because it was so hard for her; she had to write us all letters. (Of course, now I’m broken hearted that I bought a dress instead of took her up on her offer to wear the dress she wore/made.) I also have family coming up in a couple of weeks (my cousin/BM and her mom, who are coming up for our great aunt’s wedding and bringing the ashes of cousin’s grandma and grandpa to bury them here), so now I can spend time with them while they’re here.
So, fml and also breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully Fiance bought my naughty foods (Oops All Berries cereal and Drumsticks ice cream cones) on a whim when he went grocery shopping while I was still at work.