Well I typed up a resignation letter to my job. I've got it printed out but I'm still ho humming. I'm leaning towards using it though.
I've been pissed over lots of little things at work. Things like being stripped of my jewellery captain title due to scheduling conflicts, new rules taking away my music before the store opens, no more water bottles or coffee, and lately way-too-hot for labour working conditions.
But I like my coworkers ( even that one I wanted to skin has been normal and nice lately. I think we've reconciled ) and I know where everything is. I like helping customers because I'm good at it.
It was enough of a balance, but as usual it came down to the manager ( why oh why can't managers just treat me with basic human respect? ). The assistant manager is bad enough with his just-below-bullying behaviour. He never just says 'good morning!' or 'Hi Jo!'. It's always trying to smack me with paper, literally whining, or shouting my name over and over at the very beginning of a conversation. It's like he's socially retarded. Anyway. The general manager is the one that broke the camel's back.
I was trying to write on the sign-out list for the price guns after complaining ( again ) that the store is too hot for people to work properly. She tried to yank the list from my hands for some reason, and I said "Can you please wait until I'm finished writing this?"
What do you think she said then? Hm?
She asked me if I was on my period. Seriously.
I told her ( verbatim ) "You are being very rude and that's not appropriate for the workplace." and left. I'm pretty proud of myself for keeping a level head and saying what I really felt instead of just blowing up or leaving silently like I'm prone to do when I'm very offended.
So here I sit with my resignation letter.
The thing is, my jewellery business is doing better than ever. These Toothless may be driving me crazy, but right now they're paying slightly more of the bills than my PT job. If I really went hardcore full time at this, well who knows. Maybe I could make up for the loss.
I'm also toying at the idea of opening art commissions. I've been vehemently against it, but there are two things in favour of it now. 1. I need money to live and for some reason I am just rubbish at normal jobs / have too much self respect to just take other people's shit. 2. While clay is now my job and sometimes it isn't fun, I can't deny that my skills are increasing very quickly due to rigorous practice. Perhaps the same could happen with my 2D art.
I don't know. Sometimes I just look out at the universe. What do you want from me?
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