I wish my voice was powerful enough for others to listen to what I have to say, only because I think what I’m about to write is important. I would make a vlog, but then you would see the true nature of what I really look like. I can’t even look at my whole self in the mirror because I am so chunky even when I do work out.
Selfies are great, however, it does not show your true image. I know I hold my phone up to a certain light, and I pose in a way that hides whatever it is I want hidden…Like I wear bangs to hide my eyes. I wear makeup to hide blemishes. I pose differently so you don’t see my true ageing process…things like that. But that’s not the point I have wanted to make.
Unions. The people who live up north…you know. The place where it gets so cold no one wants to leave their homes? They have unions. Unions are there to make sure that the contracts you sign to work don’t become null and void.
Like raises. In a union, you would have to get a raise. If you were guaranteed 40 hours, you would have to get 40 hours. If you got a part-time job and were guaranteed 20 hours, you would have to get 20 hours a week. They would also have to hire you and let you know your pay rate.
Well, I don’t live in a union state. In fact, I live in a state where people (Meaning employers, managers, owners, counties, cities, etc.,) try to fight getting unions here. They threaten their employees and say if they even think about going to a union, they will be fired. Most get scared and decide they value their job more than getting fired and joining a union.
Back in February, I finally got a part-time job working at the YMCA, or as they like to call it now, the Y, because I could only work a part time job. I am a full-time care giver, and my insurance ran out when my son turned 18. I find this really at a disadvantage and unfair because I think people should get rewarded for having stopped after one child.
They should be rewarded and get extra cash back at the end of the year when they file taxes, but sadly, they don’t. Ah, I get off track sometimes. Well, now I see why my voice doesn’t get heard.
Anyway. They put me in this child watch program. I really thought I was going to be working the front desk to tell the truth. But that never happened. My first month was only busy on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Tuesdays I would have like 2 or 3 kids, and on Thursdays, I’d have no one.
The last Tuesday and Thursday of the month of February before the new monthly schedule came out, I was given lots of kids, and with no help I might add.
So for the month of March, they cut back hours. I now only work from 20 hours a week to 10 hours a week. Yup! I work two…Count em’ two hours a day. I have to be there from 5-7 even though the contracts that parents signed stipulated that child watch be open from M-F from 4-8. So what does that say about the contracts the parents signed?
Null and void is automatic and it truly seems pointless to sign contracts.
Yesterday, I told the parents they could stay till 8, but then my co-worker (A teenager I might add) informed me that the child watch is now only opened till 7. I didn’t know this. My shift starts at 5, and I got there 15 minutes early only to have parents already there on the spot. Every time I walk into the room, something is missing like a podium or shelves to separate the class so the younger children won’t think it’s like the movie Risky Business and slide across the room…Whatever.
So then my co worker showed me the sign on the wall…Mind you AFTER I told the parents it was alright to keep their kids there. The sign was small and posted up on the window. I felt so stupid afterwards. I told the impatient co-worker that it was OK for her to leave at 7. But naturally, she would know the rules because her mom works there. Her mom is the one that does the hiring process like have you sign papers, and go for fingerprinting and drug testing and such. Me, not so much.
Yes, granted my Mother in law was the reason why I got the job there, but she just works behind the desk. She’s been with the Y for 10 years now. But she works the early morning shift. She’s not a manager, and therefore, she wouldn’t know exactly what these kurwa’s are up to. Kurwa, BTW, is a Polish word for something I’d rather not say.
The biggest kurwa is the district manager that has been there for years. She’s never liked me because I stood up to her. She came from Maryland and has expensive taste if you know what I mean. I know where all the saved up money is going but it’s best to not say anything, because she’s right all the dang time. I’m honestly surprised a house hasn’t fallen on her, or she hadn’t melted with a bucket of water..That’s how evil she is.
I wound up leaving my job last night, crying on the way home. Wine was fine for about an hour, but I was still awake….I guess I’m having a manic episode of some sort.
Though crying would not be considered “manic,” even though I stay up very late with very little sleep when I’m in manic mode. I don’t know. Maybe the crying comes with age??? Yeah????
Last night was the night when I decided I’m going to give the LOA a try. For those who don’t know what LOA means, it stands for Law of Attraction. I was a firm believer in it once before. I found my way there. I know I can find it again.
I was scrolling through Tumblr earlier when I stumbled upon the quote in purple. I went to look for it again, when I found another Hemingway quote I liked. So I created it.
If I were a smart person, I would really not bother showing up to work. But sometimes…Actually, most times, the heart beats out the brain.