Started my new job today. Well, orientation anyways.
Mostly a good day. Place has amazing benefits (100% medical is paid by the casino).
But all it takes is one thing to completely ruing my day.
We had our uniform fittings today, which, for a bigger guy like me, is always a challenge. But their sizes are several sizes smaller than actual sizes. So the size that I requested was WAY too small. IE: every button would have popped off if i so much as sneezed. They didnt have "my size" in stock, so they have to special order my uniforms, which will take up to 8 weeks to come in. SO hopefully they can find something for me to wear until then, otehrwise i cant start working (i will be working in a very secured area, so uniforms are very carefully chosen).
But the worst part was when the wardrobe lady figured out what size i would need, she yelled it out at the top of her lungs to the other attendant. In front of more than a dozen other employees, including several attractive women.
I dont wanna say what my actual size is, but when someone yells "We need to special order 8XL shirts for this guy!!" at the top of her lungs, for everyone to hear... thats really fucking embarassing. I wanted to cry. Then she had the fucking nerve to complain to me how much they're gonna have to spend on each shirt ($100+ each), as if it was something i could help at the moment.
Mostly a good day. Place has amazing benefits (100% medical is paid by the casino).
But all it takes is one thing to completely ruing my day.
We had our uniform fittings today, which, for a bigger guy like me, is always a challenge. But their sizes are several sizes smaller than actual sizes. So the size that I requested was WAY too small. IE: every button would have popped off if i so much as sneezed. They didnt have "my size" in stock, so they have to special order my uniforms, which will take up to 8 weeks to come in. SO hopefully they can find something for me to wear until then, otehrwise i cant start working (i will be working in a very secured area, so uniforms are very carefully chosen).
But the worst part was when the wardrobe lady figured out what size i would need, she yelled it out at the top of her lungs to the other attendant. In front of more than a dozen other employees, including several attractive women.
I dont wanna say what my actual size is, but when someone yells "We need to special order 8XL shirts for this guy!!" at the top of her lungs, for everyone to hear... thats really fucking embarassing. I wanted to cry. Then she had the fucking nerve to complain to me how much they're gonna have to spend on each shirt ($100+ each), as if it was something i could help at the moment.
4 and 1/2 years living alone. This is really going to take a lot of getting used to.
So far... I'm miserable. But that's just how I am anyways. Miserable.
So far... I'm miserable. But that's just how I am anyways. Miserable.
Tonight is my last night in my apartment 
I'm happy im out of my last job, and happy that ive got a new one lined up, but im still really depressed. Ive been slowly packing for the last week, and throwing away a lot of things i dont need anymore. Things I used to love too.
I know this is best in the long run, but i feel horrible about it. I dont want to be living with my Mom and Dad. I'll be leaving my tiny apartment for an even tinier bedroom. I'll feel i have to continue putting off dating.
|To top it off, with the hour long commute i am now going to have for work, I am most likely going to need a new car soon. My car isnt doing great at all. So I'm worried i will be stuck at my parents for a long time because i will be stuck with a car payment, meaning i wouldnt be able to afford to move out again.
I just feel like everywhere i turn is a dead end
I'm happy im out of my last job, and happy that ive got a new one lined up, but im still really depressed. Ive been slowly packing for the last week, and throwing away a lot of things i dont need anymore. Things I used to love too.
I know this is best in the long run, but i feel horrible about it. I dont want to be living with my Mom and Dad. I'll be leaving my tiny apartment for an even tinier bedroom. I'll feel i have to continue putting off dating.
|To top it off, with the hour long commute i am now going to have for work, I am most likely going to need a new car soon. My car isnt doing great at all. So I'm worried i will be stuck at my parents for a long time because i will be stuck with a car payment, meaning i wouldnt be able to afford to move out again.
I just feel like everywhere i turn is a dead end
Very relieved. This was very quick, but I got a new job already, at a different casino. Bad news, its less money than i was making, and its a 1-hour commute. But, good news, im not stuck at that hell anymore.
My former boss and the HR manager just called me to ask me where some things were located around my office. My boss was asking questions in a way that implied that i deleted shit before i left.
He was looking for reports that dont exist because i didnt do them yet BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN DOING 3 PEOPLE'S JOBS FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS.
And the HR manager implied that they are postponing when i get my last check. I have a really bad feeling that a) they are going to say nothing but bad things about me to any prospective employers calling them, and b) im going to need a fucking lawyer
I really really just wish i would get hit by a fucking truck. I cant deal with this shit. nothing seems to go right for me. I quit a job to get away fromt he stress, and all it brings is MORE FUCKING STRESS.
He was looking for reports that dont exist because i didnt do them yet BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN DOING 3 PEOPLE'S JOBS FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS.
And the HR manager implied that they are postponing when i get my last check. I have a really bad feeling that a) they are going to say nothing but bad things about me to any prospective employers calling them, and b) im going to need a fucking lawyer
I really really just wish i would get hit by a fucking truck. I cant deal with this shit. nothing seems to go right for me. I quit a job to get away fromt he stress, and all it brings is MORE FUCKING STRESS.
I'm an idiot. Sure, my work stress is gone, but now i have no income. I have to leave my apartment, and move back in with my parents. At 30 years old. And just to kick me when im down, my only pair of comfortable shoes just wore out too much.
I am the biggest fucking loser ever.
I am the biggest fucking loser ever.
