NaBloPoMo ’06: Day Twenty Five

Boss at [Framing Job] called today before I went on lunch, wanting to know if I could work all day for her Wednesday. I spent about 1 hour and 40 minutes trying to jiggy my schedule so that I could do it, and work at [Retail Job]. As it turns out, I would have to work one 18-hour day, and with two part-time jobs (one of which giving me 36 hours in four days, Jesus Christ), so it just wasn’t going to happen.

The reason that I feel guilty in this whole arrangement is that I’m trying to be all things to all people, and it just isn’t going to work out. My mother says that it’s a good work ethic and shows chracter, but it’s making me miserable.

So, I told my boss, it came out that I had this second job, that I told this second job that I needed my hours cut back (which is do-able). But [Framing Job] boss is “really disappointed” and “can’t rely on me”.

Here’s what it comes down to: I may have spent a lot of time wringing my hands about how I was going to make this work, but I don’t give a shit anymore. My boss stood there and said, when this arrangement started, that I would be working 20 hours a week, and all-day Mondays. Since then, I have been at [Boss]’s beck and call whenever I was needed, two hours before [Boss] wanted me in, waiting by the phone for the call. I wasn’t as available when I got this second job, and I still didn’t get a schedule, and somehow it’s my fault that my boss can’t seem to rake the leaves in the morning as opposed to in the afternoon. Let’s face it, the shop is open from 10 – 6, which is 10 hours a day, but that’s still pretty damn good seeing as at [Retail Job], I can be there anywhere from 8 in the morning to 12:30 at night. And I still manage to get things done during the day. I guess I don’t know what else to say past that. For an entrepeneur, the hours she puts in aren’t that bad.