It’s been a week of highs and lows, Reader. I mean, relative to my particular thang that’s happening, which isn’t all that high or all that low. It’s been a week of mids.
I am still looking for a job that won’t suck, and it is getting tougher rather than easier. I had two good prospects, and I got the Nope Not You one last week (low) and then a job offer on Friday for the other (high), however the salary was so. damn. low. it was a low-high. I mean, comeon. I have a giant bag of tricks I bring to a job. I’m not totally sucky at stuff. I can think, and mostly spell.
So I thought about that low-balling me offer and countered with literally a buck and half/two bucks more. And they said, “No. And there is nothing else we can add to the deal. You won’t get your third week of vacation for 10 years. And you don’t get to participate in the 401k until after a year or so here (she wasn’t really sure). And there’s really no room for growth, so you’re going to basically die in your low-paying position.You’re not going to be happy here, this is the most we can do, so we’re going to move on to other candidates. ”
I may have paraphrased that part about so basically you’re going to die in this crummy job. But that’s all that may be hyperbole. The rest? Was actually said.
I was stunned to say the least. I mean, on Saturday I went out and squandered $21 on a new pillow like I was some sort of a Rockefeller, because my neck has been stiff and I thought, “hey! I’m going to be bringing in a sad-but-not-as-bad-as-unemployment paycheck!” and went glad-happy spending on a new pillow.
It seemed to have worked, my neck wasn’t stiff Sunday or Monday morning. But now I am second guessing that willy-nilly spending.
But yeah. The Bitches totally Whatevered on me today.
I may or may not have had a mild nervous breakdown with a few tears being shed. Once I was off the phone, Reader. I do have some dignity, and I would never let the whatevering bitches think they got me. I was gracious on the phone and said what a pleasure it was to meet with everyone, thanks, blah-de-blah-blah, but then I was all flipping them off and crying for a hot second.
But yeah. I’m so trying to be like tiny grass, and bend with the wind. I’m so. so. trying. But somedays I just feel mowed over.
Now I’m pep-talking myself, and applying for new and better jobs and trying to think like a badass, and oh, by the way, I’m starting a new business so WHATEVER, BITCHES, it’s going to be AWESOME and that’s not an April Fool’s joke, but the truth, and I’m going to work the fuck out of that all day tomorrow and make my own damn luck.
Because some things are just not meant for me. 