i’m in my second year of college now. i’m majoring in computer science and humanities and minoring in math. i know that eventually i’m going to get a “real” job, but until then i have a part time job (two actually, along with a full-time class schedule) to be able to afford commuting to school.
i’ve worked at a gas station since the summer of 99. apparently a teenager keeping any job for more than 6 months is a rare thing, so the fact i’m staying at the same job i had in high school sounds like it’d show some loyalty, wouldn’t you think? especially since the only employees still there from when i started are the assistant mechanic and the 65 year-old coot who needs this job to get out of the house.
this is not a fun job. granted, most of the time it’s not horrid, because there are stretches of time where you don’t do anything because no one comes in for an oil change or tire rotation (yes, we’re a garage, not a convenience store). but my main function is a cashier, with full-serves and oil changes on the side. i am NOT a people person. i would pay to be a professional hermit, because interacting with customers sets my teeth on edge after five minutes.
i started this job before i had my driver’s license. i managed to find a ride home from school and walk the two miles to be at work on time. every other highschooler there drives, and yet somehow they’re a half-hour late every day. so don’t you think my effort to be on time counted for something? no.
i started closing up the place a year later. then rick (the old coot) had to go to arizona to take care of his dad that summer. i took over his evenings and my own. basically i worked every day. this was when gas prices were insanely high and customers would scream at me personally about it. i had a breakdown at work that ended up with a hole kicked in the wall and me in the bathroom crying for a half hour. the result? a day off. :rolleyes:
now the boss is looking to sell the place. does he tell anyone? no. he runs out of gas and doesn’t reorder (what does he care? he’ll be outta here soon), which means that my checks are a whole $40 a week. this is from the end of november to the end of january. now it’s starting up again. i can’t afford this shit!
did i mention that after 2.5 years of working, i’m making a whole $6 an hour?
so this is the third week he has no gas. i’m supposed to work fridays and saturdays. well not this week. he’s not going to be open during the evening this weekend, so i have NO HOURS this week. no check. no gas and car insurance money. (the last time this happened, the november-january time, the only reason i could make my insurance payment was because of christmas money. yay! i get to spend gifts on bills!).
everyone is telling me “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE” and i know i should. yet i went to get an application at a borders, and i felt overwhelmed with guilt.
why the fuck should i feel guilty about leaving a place that has treated me like dirt, cut my hours without explanations about why we don’t have gas, have been repeatedly lied to, is home to the stingiest boss in the world, and where, if i worked FULL-TIME, i would get less than $200 a FUCKING WEEK?!?!
i know this rant isn’t as skillfully crafted as most here; but i’m shaking with anger now. i’m mostly angry with myself, but i’m also mightily pissed at my job. i haven’t even touched on most of the major issues of the place in this rant, since it’d take up another five pages or so.