I must be some kind of moron when it comes to folding paper. I managed to destroy my fingers again this morning, folding letters at work. I'm not sure how I manage to do this so regularly, but, alas, I do.
Yesterday I said I would be crossing my fingers for Christmas money for jeans. Now I'm crossing my fingers for Christmas money to pay my bills. I just found out I am actually losing hours over the next few weeks, rather than gaining hours. I should not have gotten my hopes up on that one. The worst part is, I'm losing hours to a new hire. That is really frustrating. I couldn't even lose hours to someone with seniority (though that did happen a little bit, too). But I have seniority over someone who is taking my hours. *sigh* Looks like I'll have to make my budget even tighter.
I think I need another job. This job, though the pay is crummy, is too fabulous to lose. Nothing is really better than doing homework while working. Granted, most of this semester was actually spent reading or, now, blogging. But, in the future, having this job will be so phenomenal. And, after another year, more people will have graduated, so I will have higher seniority.
Eventually.
I wonder if this job gives raises.
I think I'll visit Papa John's later this week, and see if they're hiring for a couple of nights working inside. I don't want to deliver pizza during winter. Been there, done that. But working inside? I can slap a pizza like a pro.
Dangit, I was doing so well with this new, happy Kati business. But after the news about losing hours, I feel like a Debbie Downer.
Debbie Downer
Negative Nancy
Sally Sass-A-Lot
Polly Prissy-Pants
I've been using these names a lot lately. On myself and other people. It's rather amusing.
I made myself smile.
Now I feel like taking my new jeans back.
Dangit I better be making good money when I graduate.
It's time to get back to reading so I can distract myself from being upset.
Everything is going to work out.
Just think, "Well, at least I have have/am/will [something good] and [the bad thing] is fixable."
-David Smale
Well, at least I have my health, my home, heat, food, and friends. I am loved, and good at writing a budget. I will rework said budget and look for another job. Being broke is fixable.
I love you, Brother.
Proactive Katherine gets things done and is pleased with her accomplishments, despite what pessimist Katherine thinks.
-David Smale (again)
