I am in a really good mood today. For no particular reason. Today I parked 8 blocks away from work, in the only non-1 hour parking in the Mission (the location of which will remain top secret, unless you ask really nicely 
), because I needed to be able to drive straight from work to a job interview. But it was a nice walk to work. I enjoyed it.
I worked 11 hours yesterday, instead of the 6 I am normally scheduled for. So when I got my check today, I knew it was going to be more than usual, but it was way more than I expected. Even if they were paying me time and a half, or double time for those extra hours, it was still too much, so when Brian, one of the dads got home, I pointed it out to him, hoping that he would say something like, "We were so grateful you could stay all day, we decided to give you a little extra." Instead, it turns out that when calculating the hours, he added wrong, and paid me for 10 extra hours. So he wrote me another check. For $150 less.
But I felt good for doing the right thing. And I also told Brian that I melted a bit of one of their spatulas, so I think I came off as very trustworthy today. Which I am.
And then Brian mentioned that he wouldn't be seeing me next week. Apparently my confused look tipped him off that I had no clue what he was talking about. Turns out they're going on vacation next week, and he though his partner, JC told me. So I really, I end up losing some money in the long run. Huh. Oh, well.
But my job interview went really well. I think. The interviewer seemed to really like me, and what I had to say. I was on fire with my answers. Felt like I was feeding her exactly what she wanted to hear. And I'm really into the kind of stuff they're doing there. It's an after-school program for kids with emotional problems, and I'd pretty much be there to connect with them, and have fun with them. And with that and my nanny job, I'd be working M-F 3:15-6:15, and T & W 8-2. I'd have time AND money. What a concept. I'm supposed to hear from them on Friday. Wish me luck!
), because I needed to be able to drive straight from work to a job interview. But it was a nice walk to work. I enjoyed it.
I worked 11 hours yesterday, instead of the 6 I am normally scheduled for. So when I got my check today, I knew it was going to be more than usual, but it was way more than I expected. Even if they were paying me time and a half, or double time for those extra hours, it was still too much, so when Brian, one of the dads got home, I pointed it out to him, hoping that he would say something like, "We were so grateful you could stay all day, we decided to give you a little extra." Instead, it turns out that when calculating the hours, he added wrong, and paid me for 10 extra hours. So he wrote me another check. For $150 less.
But I felt good for doing the right thing. And I also told Brian that I melted a bit of one of their spatulas, so I think I came off as very trustworthy today. Which I am.
And then Brian mentioned that he wouldn't be seeing me next week. Apparently my confused look tipped him off that I had no clue what he was talking about. Turns out they're going on vacation next week, and he though his partner, JC told me. So I really, I end up losing some money in the long run. Huh. Oh, well.
But my job interview went really well. I think. The interviewer seemed to really like me, and what I had to say. I was on fire with my answers. Felt like I was feeding her exactly what she wanted to hear.
And I'm really into the kind of stuff they're doing there. It's an after-school program for kids with emotional problems, and I'd pretty much be there to connect with them, and have fun with them. And with that and my nanny job, I'd be working M-F 3:15-6:15, and T & W 8-2. I'd have time AND money. What a concept. I'm supposed to hear from them on Friday. Wish me luck! VIEW 11 of 11 COMMENTS
I think the saddest day for me was realizing that they didn't have specific meeting times to discuss how to torture me, they really didn't give that much of a shit. THis is in the essence of "even a bad review is better than no review at all"
I actually ran into some of the girls from middle school after high school, I guess around college age...(I didn't go to college for a while) and they *apologized* for being such bitches. I forgave them of course, I didn't spit in their faces or anything. Bcse maybe I still wanted them to be my friends,or show that I wsa the bigger woman for being so nice. But I wanted to be able to go back in time to my 12 year old self and tell me that it will all be ok. it won't last forever.
i will give you many a