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I's free; I's free!!! That's right--after 15 years, the Retail Gut Bucket cut me loose. This happened a month ago, actually. Long story short, they called me in the office one morning and told me they were "terminating" me for a job performance issue, even though the job I was performing wasn't mine, was above my pay grade, and I wasn't being compensated for it. I was upset for like, oh, 30 minutes. The reason they gave me and the reason listed on my file that they sent to the employment commission were 2 different things. They tried to say it was because of my attendance. In my state, you don't reap unemployment benefits if you are fired for misconduct, and excessive absences/tardies (attendance) is under the misconduct umbrella, trying to stay dry. The Retail Dumpster doesn't like coming up off of that unemployment money, so while I am dismayed that they tried that, I am certainly not surprised. However, truth (THAT I TOLD because they weren't trying to) won out in the end. That said, my unemployment benefits are rolling in--thank-you Jesus--and I am FINALLY making plans to go to NYC. (I suppose if I were a blogger worth my salt, I could have taken you along as I navigated the highways and byways of "Da System." It was interesting, but I'm over it. Onward and upward, people.)
For clarification, let me say that I am still semi employed at the radio station, a part, part, part, part time gig that I have hung on to because broadcasting was my field of study in college. I eventually reached a point during my time in retail when I was ashamed to even tell people I worked at the Retail Septic Tank. People were more impressed when I told them about my job as a radio announcer and I was in desperate need of the shine. I'm really just window dressing at the station; if I fell off the face of the earth, the music would still play, honey. I've known how non integral my job is for years, but I always showed up and gave it my all. I'm expecting to reap the benefits of this soon...
Anyways, NOW what? Welllll...I'm going to take a month or maybe 6 week excursion to the Big Apple to get a feel for the city and PRAYERFULLY find a job. I'm hoping to act in TV commercials, do voice acting work, another radio gig, or modeling. No, I haven't given up on that, so we'll see. I feel more optimistic about my future since I got fired, ironically. I had really reached the bottom of the barrel in retail, and let me tell you, it's ugly down there. I think I was depressed, burned out for sure. Word to the wise no matter where you work: When you reach the point where you hit snooze 312 times when your alarm goes off, when you look at your watch and see that you still have 2 hours left in your shift and you're reduced to tears at the thought, IT IS TIME TO GO. Trust and believe, you don't reach that point overnight. Let this post serve as a cautionary tale. I think trust fund babies are a happy (and rich) minority. The majority of us have to work, every day, to keep food on tables, clothes on backs, and roofs over heads. For the love of all things holy, PLEASE find something that makes you happy, even if it doesn't make you rich. You shouldn't dread waking up everyday.
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