So, mid-January, the owner of my company and he EVP calls me and my coworker into his office (which is weird because he's like 90 and usually just works from home). Closes the door and says have a seat. I'm totally freaking out because I'm thinking someones in trouble or someones getting fired. But then I guess they'd have done it one on one. Long story short, instead of laying anyone off, we're going to do 'work share'. Work share is everyone gets their hours cut (ours is 8 hours per week) and collects unemployment from the state for one day per week. I kind of freaked out a little and almost cried because we're going to be on unemployment. And I'll be making less per month. What about my cat? How can I afford to buy him his juicy fancy feast if I'm not working one day per week? How will I be able to sign up for cool races? How will I get cool running clothes? HOW AM I GOING TO AFFORD MY BOOOZE?? Which is moslty what I freaked out about. I'll have to suck it up and deal I guess.
Then I decided to look at the bright side. Every week I get a three day weekend. Because I get every Friday off! Not only do I get Friday off work, I get Friday off from my workouts! I started thinking that I'll sleep in. Hang out with my girlfriend E since she has Friday's off. Go see movies. Wander around all willy nilly. TAKE NAPS! This was the Friday before I went to meet three lovely whores in Las Vegas. I had things to do. Pack, get oil changed, take a nap, sleep in. It didn't work out. My first Friday I'm not supposed to work, my boss wanted to have a working lunch. "Let's meet and talk business. One o'clock." My phone started ringing at 8am. Work. I end up getting up because I've got all kinds of stuff to BEFORE I have lunch at 1pm with my boss. Which in my ideal world I would be taking my NAP at 1pm. I run my errands, come home to start laundry around 12180. Boss man's going to call me when he's ready to go. My bed looks delicous, but I've got to stay motivated. Laundry, pack. Read some books. Get renters insurance straightened out. 1238. Bed looks fantastic. Beer in the fridge is cold. BUT NO! Stay focused. Organize my drawers. 1256. Phone rings. Boss man. "Mel, I gotta meet with you on Monday. Gotta go meet someone important. Talk to you later." I was able to get my nap in but I didn't start until 4 and it made me stay up way too late. Ran crazy miles, drove to Vegas to meet the whores, and had a good time.
THIS week, I was totally looking forward to my Friday off. I ended up goiong into the office. Still getting paid unemployment, but working. Which now ruins my THURSDAY night. No wine bar. No free apps, free wine, followed by new wine bar within walking distance of E's house. But at least I kind of brown nosed without really getting down and dirty. AND I still actually slept in because I didn't need to be there until 10am which was awesome. And I was only there for a couple hours. OK ... I'll stay positive about the whole situation. Is it bad that I'm complaining that I have to work? I mean...I still have a job which in this economy and construction industry, is pretty freaking cool. I should just suck it up and deal.
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Still having a J O B is a plus. If you run out of booze we will send Shelly in with emergency rations!
As an unemployed gal I will say, "yeah, you should be thankful you have a job". But you can still bitch about getting your hours cut! Although job sharing sounds nice and a 3 day weekend sounds even better.
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