wyrmzr
05-16-08, 12:00 PM
I've been an off/on lurker for a while, and it's refreshing to see so many people going through what I do every day....
I quit my job yesterday; I've been working the last 2 months for a computer repair shop that lost 3 technicians all at once (the first red flag).
After 2 months of helping catch up, which means 60+ hour weeks salaried, my boss handed me a schedule that included no days off during the week. I'm living with my parents right now, not out of necessity (it started out that way) but because it helps a LOT to know I can be here to help out (they're both in their mid-late 60s and have health problems).
So, I told my boss I needed at least one day off during the week (being ADD and working 10+ hours a day tends to add to to the "to-do" list at home). I was told "How about Saturday?". I was surprised, expecting to get a mid-week day off. But of course that was fine by me!
Saturday rolled around, and I got a call that morning wondering why I wasn't at work. I was then told that I WAS TOLD the only way I'd get Saturday off was if I worked open to close the rest of the week. I've got a very good memory regarding such things (I know I'd remember that stipulation requiring me to have a 50 hr/wk schedule). But, after 2 months of helping this company catch up, coming in on what was supposed to be my day off, I was told I couldn't get a day off any more.
And to add insult to injury, I was told I'd have to work 3 12 hour days the next week to "make up for" the day I'd missed.
So yesterday, after weeks of looking at a room that needs to be cleaned, clothes that need to be washed and put away, a garage that needs to be cleaned out (of course the list goes on), and as I started to get to the point where I was taking Xanax just to get to sleep at night, I told my boss where he could plant lip.
I'm not even totally sure what's worse, the stress from the job, or not working for a bit, but I made the gamble that the job would kill me first...
Oh, and as an added bonus to this fiasco, the boss hired a shop foreman of sorts who has a military-like routine that must be followed. I'm sure most ADD types reading this would experience enough anxiety with that situation.
So, ever had one of those days?
And I actually quit another job to do this one... The other job wasn't bad, but this one promised to be better....
I quit my job yesterday; I've been working the last 2 months for a computer repair shop that lost 3 technicians all at once (the first red flag).
After 2 months of helping catch up, which means 60+ hour weeks salaried, my boss handed me a schedule that included no days off during the week. I'm living with my parents right now, not out of necessity (it started out that way) but because it helps a LOT to know I can be here to help out (they're both in their mid-late 60s and have health problems).
So, I told my boss I needed at least one day off during the week (being ADD and working 10+ hours a day tends to add to to the "to-do" list at home). I was told "How about Saturday?". I was surprised, expecting to get a mid-week day off. But of course that was fine by me!
Saturday rolled around, and I got a call that morning wondering why I wasn't at work. I was then told that I WAS TOLD the only way I'd get Saturday off was if I worked open to close the rest of the week. I've got a very good memory regarding such things (I know I'd remember that stipulation requiring me to have a 50 hr/wk schedule). But, after 2 months of helping this company catch up, coming in on what was supposed to be my day off, I was told I couldn't get a day off any more.
And to add insult to injury, I was told I'd have to work 3 12 hour days the next week to "make up for" the day I'd missed.
So yesterday, after weeks of looking at a room that needs to be cleaned, clothes that need to be washed and put away, a garage that needs to be cleaned out (of course the list goes on), and as I started to get to the point where I was taking Xanax just to get to sleep at night, I told my boss where he could plant lip.
I'm not even totally sure what's worse, the stress from the job, or not working for a bit, but I made the gamble that the job would kill me first...
Oh, and as an added bonus to this fiasco, the boss hired a shop foreman of sorts who has a military-like routine that must be followed. I'm sure most ADD types reading this would experience enough anxiety with that situation.
So, ever had one of those days?
And I actually quit another job to do this one... The other job wasn't bad, but this one promised to be better....