mazarinefv

This particular issue has been so depressing/elating/depressing that I haven't been capable of writing about it. Now that it's all over I think I can take a shot at it. I've been job hunting for a while now and had found a new line of work that was safe, relatively short on hours and flexible around school. To top it off the people appear to be honest and genuinly care even if they don't know you. The problem was HR. They rejected my application for what sounded like a bullshit reason. As it turns out, (after almost three weeks of fighting over this crap), the head of HR had screwed-up and was attemting to cover his ass. In that process I was getting the shaft. The manager of this place wanted me badly enough that she got the regional manager and district vice president involved in fighting this guy. To sum it up the hr guy was fired and now I'm on as a full time employee. As much as I hate the idea of anyone losing a job, I also hate to be screwed out of one.

So this is the way it goes. The only industry I've stuck with for any length of time is the food industry, specifically working in coffee. In there I've worked for all manner of independant businesses and one insurance company. I've worked in garden centers, book stores, bars, coffee shops, home improvements ... whatever catches my fancy or is immediately available. It didn't matter is it was labor intensive or simply worthy of a daily migraine, I'll try anything once ... or twice. The only thing I had promised myself is that I would never ever ever work in a cubicle or under florescent lighting again. So now I'm a retail sales gal. More to the point I'm selling bridal jewelry. I've never done this before, but it's not very different from anything I've ever done before. Hell, my first day I sold almost $2000 worth. From what I understand this is hella good.

The most frustrating part is my wardrobe. I have to revamp my closet to cover my tats, take out the visible metal every morning and dress the part of a snooty high falutin' in-the-know diamond seller. You know why they hired me? My smile and cheery disposition. *snorts* I'm lucky delihound didn't give them the nitty gritty of my occassional attitude problems. Bless her for putting up with my worst days at Republic. I'm sure there were times when she wanted to duct-tape my mouth shut.

Major plus side, my husband never has to hear about random men grabbing my ass or trying to buy me off the bar as if I were on the menu. He won't worry about someone pulling a gun on me or hitting me while I'm attempting to break up a fight. Better yet, he won't have to worry about what kind of drugs are circulating around me at any given time. On that note he just got a new job as well. Today he will come back home from his last out-of-town trip and come monday he will be back in his chosen field of work. This means he won't be coming home every night with a wrecked body and (better yet) he'll be home every night. Major changes in the house, major raise in income, and more importantly a major relief of recent stress. To my great relief the depression of unemployment is lifting and life looks very good right now.