Tuesday, I went to a job interview. Wednesday, I got the job. Thursday, I went in for training. Friday, I worked my first shift. [Saturday, I quit.]
First things first, though!
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But anyway. Yeah, that was my week, in a nutshell. Ironic, that I'd been looking forward to this past week so much, simply because it was my time away from work - my paid vacation. So what do I do with my free time? I go out and get a second job. Awesome.
But yeah, the job at the pet store that I've been talking about in my journals didn't really work out. Which is a pity, really, because the job itself is so much fun. I literally spent my entire shift playing with puppies, or helping other people (customers) play with puppies. I was doing that, and getting paid for it. That's pretty nifty.
But by the end of the night, I'd already decided that I couldn't take the job. I love animals. As such, I can't work at a place where they don't treat them with the respect that they should be treated with. I'm not getting into any details about my exact response to the situation, or anything else; it's a confidentiality thing, and even though I quit the job I'm just not opening up that can of worms. None of the animals are being abused, at least. It's just all very...shady...and I'd rather not be a part of it. The paycheck was bound to be nice, but I just couldn't stick with it.
Ah, well. I still have my other job to tide me over, until I find something else. I'm glad I decided not to quit that job when I got the one at the pet store, after all.
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Yesterday, I went to a marsh with a biologist, and helped her gather plant samples. It was wet and cold, and exhausting, but she's good company so I didn't mind being her assistant. She was gathering a plant called 'monkey flower,' so she could study the ratio of plant weight to seed quantity, or something like that. I was the 'bag b*tch,' though my official nickname was Farmer Brown. (She was Dr. Doodles.)
Afterward, we ate at Bob Evans, which was an adventure. I don't think the hostess appreciated us walking in there and sitting in a booth, all covered with mud and water and...marsh...stuff. While there, she also decided we needed trucker names. I don't remember what her name was, but mine was Lesbo McGee. Which is weird, because I'm not a lesbian, but she's very stubborn so as soon as she picked out the name, it stuck.
After I got home, Caitlin, Julia, Becca, and Branden's visiting little cousin, Mikaela, and I decided to check out the first haunted house of the season. It was kind of lame, but I'd expected as such. It's been absolute years since I've actually been to a haunted house that frightened me. I did make a game out of things, though, by trying to see how many of the actors I could get to dance with me. Only two! But the second was a very good dancer; I was impressed. And they did it all without even touching me, which was amazing.
The ghoulish guy in the first part of the house didn't like me and Becca. He had a live rat on the fireplace mantle, and he'd corner groups and hold the rat out to scare them, all, "Don't you want to say hello to my pet?!" It was so cute! White, with brown splotches. Becca and I asked to hold it, and he got all disgruntled and dejected.
There was a neat room in the funhouse, though that in itself wasn't much fun. Becca is epileptic, so whenever we went into a part of the funhouse that had strobe lights going, she had to close her eyes and hold on to my shoulder until we'd passed it. But there was one with low-lit and multi-colored lights everywhere, and which was empty, so we all had a rave with some of the younger kids. We probably spent more time in that room than we did in the haunted house as a whole.
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Today, I was productive, but not so much. I didn't wake up until almost four in the afternoon, but when I was up, I was up. I rearranged my entire room, so everything that needed to be plugged in was actually near an outlet. No more extension chord running across the floor! It's amazing, that I can now listen to my record player while the lamp is on, and also let my laptop charge while watching TV. Magic.
T just appeared at my front door, and asked if I wanted to go to a show down the street. I declined, but he's coming over again afterward. I haven't seen him in a few days, so that should be fun.
I have to go back to work tomorrow. Sadness.
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Or, you know, don't. But you're missing out.
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But anyway. Yeah, that was my week, in a nutshell. Ironic, that I'd been looking forward to this past week so much, simply because it was my time away from work - my paid vacation. So what do I do with my free time? I go out and get a second job. Awesome.
But yeah, the job at the pet store that I've been talking about in my journals didn't really work out. Which is a pity, really, because the job itself is so much fun. I literally spent my entire shift playing with puppies, or helping other people (customers) play with puppies. I was doing that, and getting paid for it. That's pretty nifty.
But by the end of the night, I'd already decided that I couldn't take the job. I love animals. As such, I can't work at a place where they don't treat them with the respect that they should be treated with. I'm not getting into any details about my exact response to the situation, or anything else; it's a confidentiality thing, and even though I quit the job I'm just not opening up that can of worms. None of the animals are being abused, at least. It's just all very...shady...and I'd rather not be a part of it. The paycheck was bound to be nice, but I just couldn't stick with it.
Ah, well. I still have my other job to tide me over, until I find something else. I'm glad I decided not to quit that job when I got the one at the pet store, after all.
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Yesterday, I went to a marsh with a biologist, and helped her gather plant samples. It was wet and cold, and exhausting, but she's good company so I didn't mind being her assistant. She was gathering a plant called 'monkey flower,' so she could study the ratio of plant weight to seed quantity, or something like that. I was the 'bag b*tch,' though my official nickname was Farmer Brown. (She was Dr. Doodles.)
Afterward, we ate at Bob Evans, which was an adventure. I don't think the hostess appreciated us walking in there and sitting in a booth, all covered with mud and water and...marsh...stuff. While there, she also decided we needed trucker names. I don't remember what her name was, but mine was Lesbo McGee. Which is weird, because I'm not a lesbian, but she's very stubborn so as soon as she picked out the name, it stuck.
After I got home, Caitlin, Julia, Becca, and Branden's visiting little cousin, Mikaela, and I decided to check out the first haunted house of the season. It was kind of lame, but I'd expected as such. It's been absolute years since I've actually been to a haunted house that frightened me. I did make a game out of things, though, by trying to see how many of the actors I could get to dance with me. Only two! But the second was a very good dancer; I was impressed. And they did it all without even touching me, which was amazing.
The ghoulish guy in the first part of the house didn't like me and Becca. He had a live rat on the fireplace mantle, and he'd corner groups and hold the rat out to scare them, all, "Don't you want to say hello to my pet?!" It was so cute! White, with brown splotches. Becca and I asked to hold it, and he got all disgruntled and dejected.
There was a neat room in the funhouse, though that in itself wasn't much fun. Becca is epileptic, so whenever we went into a part of the funhouse that had strobe lights going, she had to close her eyes and hold on to my shoulder until we'd passed it. But there was one with low-lit and multi-colored lights everywhere, and which was empty, so we all had a rave with some of the younger kids. We probably spent more time in that room than we did in the haunted house as a whole.
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Today, I was productive, but not so much. I didn't wake up until almost four in the afternoon, but when I was up, I was up. I rearranged my entire room, so everything that needed to be plugged in was actually near an outlet. No more extension chord running across the floor! It's amazing, that I can now listen to my record player while the lamp is on, and also let my laptop charge while watching TV. Magic.
T just appeared at my front door, and asked if I wanted to go to a show down the street. I declined, but he's coming over again afterward. I haven't seen him in a few days, so that should be fun.
I have to go back to work tomorrow. Sadness.
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Go read my stories. (Please?)
Feedback is not a necessity to me; I write for myself, first and foremost, but it is often helpful nevertheless, both for inspirational purposes and simply because...well, feedback is just keen.
Posted on October 12th, 2009 at 04:24am
I don't think that I could handle working in a pet shop like that, considering where the puppies most likely came from. :(
Broken Obscurity, October 12th, 2009 at 06:29:04am
Did you actually say, "I don't like how the animals are treated, so I'm leaving." ?
Jessie in Calalini, October 12th, 2009 at 06:17:49am
I wouldn't be able to do it either.
Jessie in Calalini, October 12th, 2009 at 06:05:06am
That's a pity about the job, but if you know right off that you just can't work in a situation like that, it's better to quit now than wait months and make yourself miserable. Also, it's a bit unprofessional to know you can't handle it, but try and stick it out. It's bound to affect your job performance.
TheFountainhead, October 12th, 2009 at 05:47:17am
Three cheers for organizing your room!
And sucks about the job.
Audrey T., October 12th, 2009 at 05:17:51am
v You are just too sweet.
Jinxeh, October 12th, 2009 at 05:08:29am
Is it weird that No Man's Land is one of the reasons I still read stories online? It's just... awesome. I can't find the words I want to to describe it.
Juliet., October 12th, 2009 at 05:07:28am
v "No Man's Land" is the long one! I always thought "Awkward" is still rather short, compared to how much I usually write for my chapters. Audrey T.'s chapters for that story are usually shorter than mine, but hers are always richer in description and...well...talent, though. "No Man's Land" is the story that just doesn't end. XD
Jinxeh, October 12th, 2009 at 04:56:06am
No Man's Land looks freaking awesome.
And Awkward is so freaking long.
-Sigh-.
I'll read 'em both eventually.
Change, October 12th, 2009 at 04:53:35am
You people are awesome, with your "reading 'Awkward' now"-ness. Internet hugs for you all.
Jinxeh, October 12th, 2009 at 04:49:50am
Bleh, sucks that the job didn't work out. But moral principles are always more important than a quick buck, yea?
I hate hunted houses.
I need to go read Awkward. >_>
eulogy, October 12th, 2009 at 04:44:55am
haha Nice title and I'm sorry the job didn't work out for you. But sometimes it's just better to stick to what you believe, y'know?
Going to read Awkward now. :]
quinn allman's hair., October 12th, 2009 at 04:42:52am
That's too bad about the job. Ahh well, it's better than sticking with something possibly... shady/odd.
....Man I keep forgetting to go read the update on Awkward... I'm off to do that now. :D
MaryJulianna, October 12th, 2009 at 04:34:23am