So…I was “replaced” in my old job at the end of September (the boss’s original choice moved back into town & I was dumped), unemployed until the first part of January, and took a bartender job–you might have read about that. In the meantime, I got my nuts cut–you might have read my take on that too–and found out Thursday afternoon that there’s some kind of infection in the cuts on my nuts. So now I have to take Cipro, the anthrax cure.
Friday, however, I go to my bartender job saying that my nuts are aching (in so many words) and I’ll open the bar, but I need to go because, well, it’s tough to work on one’s feet when one’s nuts are aching. Saturday I call in early but still get chewed out. Sunday I’m not scheduled.
Monday I finally decide, “fuck it. I will no more deal with being dehumanized by both customers and management.” If management had treated people like, well, people, it would have been bearable, but the GM instead treated his employees according to how much money they made. So I quit. Now, mind you, I’m 33 and have worked several jobs, and this is the first one I’ve quit without notice.
So the Mrs. is understandably pissed, but I get out and look for a part-time retail job. Get 20 copies of my resume done, and hand most of them out before I realize that my previous 9 years of retail experience has been dropped off to keep the sucker within 2 pages. Come home, rewrite resume, print. We’re still on Monday, by the way.
So this morning (we won’t even go into last night), I’m getting gussied up to seek gainful employment, and wife comes to give me a kiss on the cheek for luck. “You’re warm,” she says. I feel fine. I go spend the day filling out applications–you can’t just drop off a resume at a retail place of business–and even avoid going to get a beer at one of the several places of beer availability I pass while going from application to application.
I come home. I feel good. I’ve done the good-guy thing and worked hard finding a job. I’m sitting here reading the SDMB and realize, wow, my neck is achy. So’s my back. And my hips, and elbows, and knees, and ankles, etc. And I’m chilly. I think I might have the flu, and I’m supposed to drive the whole fam dammily to Florida on Saturday.
So, I’m unemployed, am overeducated and underexperienced, quit my last job w/o notice, have a testicular infection, and have the flu.
Sorry for the lack of profanity, but I don’t have the energy. Sorry for the lack of Scyllaesque plot-building or the Nostradamusesque language, but this is my rant for today.
Welcome to my world.