now they’re descheduling me tomorrow, or that’s what it looks like.
when I got off work today I was already set up for a pretty lousy shift tomorrow; 12;30-4;30, so just the hottest part of the afternoon. I was going to do it though because any hours is hours. I need hours.
Then a few hours later I look at my schedule, because it can change any time, and now I don’t have any scheduled hours tomorrow…. and maybe a day off sounds nice in the middle of the week, especially a hot week…..
but I’m insecure in my job. Is this some kind of message about my performance? I don’t know. No hours at all is disturbing. I always get some hours every day, even if it’s just four hours a day it’s something to get me by.
I’m going to bed, this will just have to look better in the morning. I hate this so much. I would quit this kind of job if I could, as in if I had the kind of economic security to sell my house and move now I would. I’d have enough projects to get me by for six months, then I’d figure it out. It couldn’t be more stupid than being at the beck and call of almighty schedule lord.
Okay it could, but damn I’m just pissed. I do not get paid enough for this. Apparently wage growth stopped in 1978, and I’d say that tracks. Productivity growth didn’t though. So we’ve grown our productivity by thousands of percent, trillions of dollars created for the economy, billions of percent in GDP.
I just want a new radio in my car, to fix my car door, and for it to stop stalling at stops. That’d be a great start. A sliding glass window and a paint job would be nice. That quarter panel that has been sitting in the side yard for a decade, I’d like to install it.
Man, my poverty is amazing. The stuff I have undone that is so small. Heaven forbid we give me a decent paycheck though.