I love my job, I truly do. Working the same schedule every day has added some sanity to my life and it's been great. Need to make a doctor's appointment? sweet. I know exactly what hours I work. It's a magical thing, a white collar job, I think it's something everyone should get to experience.
No uniform, paid holidays, paid vacation... Let's face it, as fun as fast food was, it made me miserable. My heart aches for my former managers and co-workers that are still dealing with that mess every day.
The one unfortunate thing about my job is that I don't get to use my paid vacation for the first 6 months that I work there. As far as I knew, that was fine. I had Saturdays and Sundays all to myself to plan my events on. And I only work mornings, so I could even start my weekend adventures after 2 on Fridays.
Fine and dandy.
I just wish that people would stop planning things on weekdays. If it's more than a two hour drive, I probably won't be making it to your event if it's on a weekday. I really am truly sorry, but I have bills to pay. I hope you understand.
I wish I could be there for everything, but I can't and it breaks my heart.
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