It was a read that I couldn’t put down, but it made me anxious through the whole thing. I kept cringing at all of the bullshit that Nanny had to put up with. I literally couldn’t put the book down, and thought about it when I wasn’t reading it, but it made me anxious to read the damn thing.
Read it if you like your job.
I picked up Paint it Black, but I haven’t started reading it yet. I think I’m burned out by The Nanny Diaries.
I keep getting “outed” at my job.
- First, I ran into a couple friend of my The Boy’s and I who live around [Retail Job] while I was working “The Worst Shift Ever…Shit Sandwhich”. They asked, “Julia? What are you doing here?” [Believe me, I’m not fucking sure.]
- Second, I saw a former teacher from eighth grade. Though she and I had a nice conversation until some cooze decided to be rude and snap her fucking fingers at me so I would wait on her.
- Third, a woman who used to live on our street. I helped her pick a set of pearls for her daughter. She was pleasant.
- And, fourth, a girl I graduated from high school with, got married in October of this year. I mean, she was pleasant and kind and whatnot, but I felt extremely uncomfortable in my lame retail job when I have a Business degree from a fairly decent university.
So, I’m on the lookout for a different job. I mean, it might not be fabulous and awesome, but it’s going to pay more, and at least I’m not going to run into anyone I know…and at least won’t be ashamed of it. I might as well face facts: to a certain extent, I’m a snob. I don’t expect everyone to have prestigious jobs, nor do I look down on anyone with such a job, or think any less of them. But I hate myself for having a shitty job that I took because it was better than unemployment, and am staying in because I was too lazy to put out resumes for a better one. I want to have a great wardrobe, good makeup and money. I’m not going to get that with a job at [Retail Job].
I would be able to take half of the complete shit I put up with if I were making more money. And any time I get lazy or complacent about the job search, all I have to do is look at my work schedule next week. Let’s face it: when you work retail, you get treated like shit. I didn’t spend all that time in school to be better educated and get screwed out of my lunch by a bunch of twits.
I like a lot of my coworkers, it’s a a good group to work with, and they are nice by themselves. But a few of them have no problem throwing you under the bus given the opportunity. My favorite has to have been when I watched the manager that hired me take a nice leisurely lunch (because she’s pregnant, and needs to feed the baby), and told me that instead of the lunch that I reasonably needed (now that I’m only able to eat 800 calories a day because I have no fucking time), I could only take 20 minutes (in which I was so fucking hungry, I took 25 minutes, because I couldn’t stop eating since I have only been eating 800 fucking calories a day).
I’m also really fucking sick of being scheduled alone in jewelry for 2 hours at a time with Christmas rush crowds!
I’m really trying not to hate this job.