Working two jobs can suck. It's an inevitability that when working two jobs, you can't give 100 percent to both, and forget about your life. Fortunately for me, the bar is set pretty low. I sling pizza and serve beer and bbq. As long as I stay upright and don't forget to ring stuff up, I'm pretty much golden. I have no pets, my children are out of state, and my boyfriend is usually bogged down with his own activities. As long as I stay upright and don't forget where I live, I'm pretty much golden on that front.
The problems start to surface when you come face to face with the reality of balancing two workplaces: Neither job gives one shit about the other. You can be employee of the god damn year, the minute you utter one thought aloud about not being able to do whatever for one job because of another... FAIL. You could be trying to come in a little later because you're in the middle of curing fucking cancer, your other boss probably doesn't care. It's not his problem. He needs you at 5pm. You should know this going into the situation. However, that knowledge does not make you feel better when one job conflicts with another and you have to figure out WTF to do.
So this is the situation I find myself in.
After I left my job at The Death Star, I was forced to take a job at a pizza restaurant. Now, despite the fact that I have since been totally mislead by this place, it was there when I needed whatever little positive cash flow I could get. Little positive cash flow is exactly what I got, so I had to take a second job, thus, The Bar. I thought to myself "You can do this. No worries."
That's when I came face to face with another reality of working two jobs: Conflicts between jobs are going to happen. In my case, it's because one job nearly refuses to give me a set schedule (cause who wants to work the same exact shifts every week?! crazy lady!), and the other job decided they needed me for another shift. (You LIKE dead lunch shifts right?!) So now, I'm looking at 4 shifts at each place. 4+4=8 shifts a week. Seven days in a week. This means that at least one day a week, I get to work one place then go to the other. This should be easy, but starting at the bar and then leaving and going to the Pizza Jernt is not an option, because the latest shift at there starts at 6. The Bar shift ends at 6. Unless I figure out the secret to human teleportation through the fax machine, this is a conflict.
*side note: I'm pretty sure that beer truck almost drove through The Bar. this would have killed me and solved all of my problems. I figured beer will one day kill me, I just had never imagined it could be by a beer truck while I'm sitting on my ass drinking coffee*
So what does the Pizza Jernt do? Insist on scheduling me at 6 at least twice a month, if not just once a week. So my options are to be late, or to see if the bartender relieving me on Thursday (my manager) will come in early so I can get to the other place on time. FAIL.
During all of this though, I can't help but feel like I'd rather soak myself in gasoline and juggle lit cigarettes than deal with that tomorrow. (Adding to this nightmare is that whole broken car thing... so I have to cab it from one dead shift to the next. W.T.F.) I mean how hard is it to say, OK, she can work Sunday, Monday, Friday Morning, and Saturday. That gives you 7 possible shifts to choose from. AHHHHH.
Enough with my fruitless bitching!
On another note: things I have done today:
Made the Barenjager Box into a JackOLantern:
Tap O Lantern:
Yesterday I played with chalk!
If things go the same way tomorrow, everything in the bar will have a face.
I just gave the thermostat a face:
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