merry

Work-related things continue to stress me out beyond belief. First, my mall job couldn't decide when they were going to lay me off. Then I finally got word on Wednesday that Friday would indeed be my last day. I was kinda worried about how the hell I'm gonna pay bills at the end of the month, but also kind of relieved because I was really starting to hate my job. Then when I showed up to work my "last" shift, I was informed that I had been transferred to another store, with significantly reduced hours. The worst part is that I can't turn it down because I don't yet have anything else lined up. The good news, I suppose, is that I don't actually work my first shift at the new store until next Tuesday, so I've got all week to concentrate on finding something else.

In other news, I have a phone interview on Monday for the sweet job with ShiftCentral in Moncton.

Also when I got home from work last night, there were messages on the machine from two call centres. I don't want to work at either of them (one because I quit a job there five years ago), but I have to call them back on Monday and schedule interviews. At least the money would be better. But I am truly and honestly worried about developing a drinking problem (or something similar) as a result of call centre employment.

I hate this. I am a creature of habit. I like routine and I respond well to limits and structure. I like to know where I am going, what I will be doing in the near future, and where the next paycheque is coming from.