Decisions, Decisions…

I understand the concept of working a job that isn’t fulfilling. As a matter of fact, I don’t know enough people who absolutely love their job. I think when it comes to “working”, you’re lucky if you find a career that makes you happy and pays the bills. But, it’s not always easy to land that…so I’m content with a job that pays the bills and doesn’t take away from the things in life that are fulfilling to me.

With that being said, me thinks it’s time to move around. My schedule is shitty and doesn’t allow me to be as active in UK as I should be. I took this job 6 months ago believing that the compromise would be the fact that A.) We get benefits after 3 months and vacation after 6 months and B.) By 6 months we’d have more agents…giving us the opportunity to get better schedules (as we’d have seniority over new employees) but that couldn’t be further from the truth. We started out with 11 people on our team. Before we made it to the floor, we were down to 10.  Since then, we’ve lost 4 people (Includin’ Ace Boon Coon Mika and Booshie-Ass Delicia, lol!) So there are 6 agents. 2 of the 6 are team leads, so we can’t trade schedules with them. SO. That leaves us with 4 agents who can trade shifts amongst themselves. The 2 with the better schedules never wanna change shifts, and the one with the slightly less shitty shift can’t really trade cause she has to give her dog medicine on a strict schedule. This means I’m only ever off on Wednesdays and Sundays. It means if we have a fashion show or event on Thursday, Friday, or Saturday…I’m stuck at work til 11pm, and can’t go. It means that even though my vacation and sick pay kicks in next week, I’ll never really be approved to take it cause we’re so short staffed. In theory, that means I don’t get to work “Kixpo” next weekend…and I don’t get to go to Vegas next month for the company trip to the Magic convention. With all that said…I’m out like a lightbulb unless magically the “Fix shit” Fairy pays this place a visit.