...and If I call off one more time, Im probaly going to get fired.Ah well.Tired of it,anyway.Some old viagra totin' bastard got in MY face because I did'int give him Cream for his coffee.Ugh.

You should go. Start searching for another job, then quit when you get one.

if you don't like your job then give it to me. i'll be happy to take your job. since its hard to get a job here in el paso..... cause were a boarder town..... so don't bitch

I usually get tired of a job after 6-8 months of working there.I need a change of scenery to keep it fresh,and interesting.Thats how its always been.'cept for Chuck E Cheese. I worked there for 2 years. But yeah,im gonna have to get a christmas job somewhere,soon. It is indeed hard to get a job,and your right, I should be glad I even have one,shy.I just hate the populace of rich snobs that come in.*shrugs*

good i'm glad you see where i'm coming from on this one at least.

Where do you work *space*?

I've been looking for a job recently, might be getting one in a coffee shop in the city, otherwise i'll try at the local supermarket or the liquor store.

I want my 2 jobs back.

works seems to suck till you consider what life would be like if you didn't work, even if you had the money to get by.
what would you do all day? sit there? how could ya live like that?

Ah, I work at a so-called Four star restaurant in the hyatt resort.Although the enviroment there is anything but professional, but thats everywhere I s'pose.I make alright money,and tips,but since its winter there is a severe downtime.I have five days off this week.I recommend the hyatt as a summer job,you will really cash in.But winter sucks balls.Im just tired of the scenery,its so bland.*shrugs* I have no idea where to start lookin' for another job.

I agree with you,100 percent.I think a vacation is needed,is all.Of course busboys dont get vacations,or payed vacations.hah.

true. the vacations are always choice.

one goes insane, slips into a bored depression and loses track of all days and time...i've tried it recently and ended up an emotional lunatic, pms was mild compared to my mood swings...my husband was quick to let me get back my job and told his father that his way wasn't working...i now have money to spend and something to do besides sit and wish for something to do.

the free movies a week help out too

i hate work, but i hate not working, too. i'm doomed.

one of the really cool things about flying everywhere for work is that on oversold flights, they ask for volunteers to take a later flight, for a free round trip ticket, some money, a hotel stay, etc. if its' doable in my schedule, i'm usually first out of my seat, so that when i get my vacation weeks i have my airfare all settled.

i won't even mention the free nights i have at any hotel chain you can imagine.

hmmm...this could be fun, if i wasn't so afraid of flying.

it never bothers me, storms, turbulence, whatever. its' like a ride.

the worst is the crying babies, overperfumers, and the luggage rack hogs.
i get rid of the talkers by using earphones as a deterrent to conversation.

my mom went through something almost exactly like that. sorry about that babs. it was hard enough watching it.

Where do you work? I work in a video rental store inside a grocery store, I do other things there too, sometimes i'll work in the bakery other times i'll be checking people out.

Turns out I got written up twice.Once for the call off that was'ent appropriately called off,and the other one for talking and slacking off.I hda a meeting with one of the managers,and he said that I needed motivation.So I have three strikes left,and if I fail, Im fired. Ironically, Its exactly the motivation I need to keep this job.So,it all works out,beautifully.

Work? What the Hell is that? Due to my "mental illnesses", I have been deemed "Unable to work outside of the home". So, essentially, I keep my house overly clean (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), cook good meals..etc. and collect an SSI check which is essentially my paycheck. *Wishes she weren't insane*

The last job I had was a Manager position at a coffee shop. That job ruled. I got all the free mochas I could handle. Damn my ex for committing suicide in front of me and making me go over the infamous edge! Fucking abusive bastard. *Scowls*