Sunday, April 13, 2008

Oy vey

I started my new job a couple weeks ago, and one of the other girls sprained her ankle or some such thing, so I've ben pulling my shifts, plus covering hers. I've never worked so much for so little money *rolls eyes* I just finished my second split shift of the weekend. That sounds like it means something, but I've actually worked 5 days (7 shifts) and only have 21 hours. Good grief. There *is* a point to this job, right? I'm beginning to doubt it.
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  1. Jennifer8:18 AM

    Even under the best of circumstances and at a higher pay scale, there's an adjustment period. Hang in there, Erin.

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  2. Mommyleek11:10 AM

    I feel ya sister. Seems like even on weeks where I pull extra, I still end up with squat in the bank. And add in all the extra shuttling of J, and the cost of gas, and the calling in of favors to friends/family to watch him, and it hardly makes working worthwhile at all. But still, it's something, and it keeps me sane, I suppose.

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  3. Erin11:49 PM

    I think I'm just feeling restless. Spring fever or some such thing...

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