Man, I hate to get my first blog rolling in such a bad mood, but I guess I've always found writing things down pretty therapeutic so where better?
2008 was a pretty shit year all round - one of those years where if something could have gone wrong, it did; big or small, and as the various things going wrong kept adding up I let my guard down, let it all get to me and just tried to curl up in a ball and pretend the world wasn't there.
This year, I've decided, is going to be different. Obviously I can't control some of what goes right and wrong (I wish! ) but I can control my reaction.
So I'm offered a new position at work for a month, covering someone away on holiday. I work in a medieval palace in Wells, England, where we have a restaurant and cater for everything from high society weddings to pensioner's tea parties. Currently I work on the bar, and I love it. The job I was offered was as Event's Co-ordinater, something I've dabbled in indirectly and aspired to, so I jumped at it. Pay rise of 4+ an hour, 40 hours a week, 3 and a half weeks. Definitely gonna help the bank balance. That was the agreement.
Anyway, Friday evening, with me due to start on Monday, I get a call from my manager telling me that they've overspent the budget, and my new hours are now 20 hours a week, 4 days a week and a pay rise of just 1...all of which is bullshit as they also told me they've hired someone to cover the time I won't be there, so where's their pay coming from?!
So I've told them exactly where they can shove their job. I've spent the weekend contemplating that decision, but now it's made and now, as I write about it I know it's the right one. What I'm left with is the bitter taste in my mouth that after giving so much to my job they treat me like this. Any thoughts??
Hate to have been so negative, but you know, it's felt really good to get this all down Apologies for anyone feeling !
Next one will be all and -promise!!!