July 25, 2006

The camel needs a back brace

I really hate my job. I'm actually looking for a different one. I'm so tired of trying to put out fires with an eyedropper, while the owner is yelling that I'm using too much water.

I'm tired of cranky, unreasonable, and just plain stupid customers.

I'm tired of employees who seem to be listening, but then wander off and do whatever they want rather than what they've been told.

I'm tired of trying to protect company property from thieves, vandals, and concessions clerks who seem to think that office supplies are there for them to build toys.

I'm tired of cashiers who think that the work schedule is a suggestion.

I'm tired of working 55-60 hours weeks while getting paid for 40. (Yeah, it's nice to be on salary when things are slow and you only put in 38 hours, but it bites big frosty big ones when you hate every moment of it and can't even say to yourself "Well, at least I'm making the big bucks," especially when you're never making the big bucks.)

I'm tired of being tired all the time. After about hour 45 or 46 of my workweek, I just don't give a hoot any more, especially if that hour falls near the end of a 13-and-a-half hour workday. Lobby a wreck? Clerks goofing off? Books not balancing? Screw it...I'm too freaking tired to care anymore.

I've got two resumes out there, neither of which position is in retail. Please help me out by prayers, good wishes, or doing the naked chicken dance (as your religious persuasion allows....)

Posted by Susie at July 25, 2006 09:46 AM | TrackBack

*doing naked chicken dance*

There, hopes that helps you. Although the people at work are looking at me strangely right now.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at July 25, 2006 12:19 PM

Is that Susie from Indiana?

Posted by: Steve Smith at July 25, 2006 01:52 PM

Yay! You're alive!

Chicken dance it is. ;) Best of luck finding the new job, even if it deprives us of your war stories from the theatre.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at July 25, 2006 05:45 PM

Be sure to tell prospective employers that you an eagle surrounded by turkeys. And you've been that for how many years now? You go girl and go get yourself a real management job in a real theater. (If that's what you want.)


Posted by: Tuning Spork at July 26, 2006 12:25 AM

Yay! I've been waiting for this post. Good luck, you deserve so much better.

Posted by: Jennifer at July 26, 2006 10:16 PM

I can empathize with the tired-of-being-tired thing. I worked in food service for 18 years, averaging around 55-60 hours a week for the last 13; I was too young for such hours before. And I worked every single frigging holiday except for Christmas Day and New Years Day. The latter didn't really count, since I worked New Year's Eve until 4:30 a.m. New Year's Day, which meant that I slept through half of my day off. So, yippee and all.

Good luck on the job search. While I'll miss the horror stories about the movie theater business, it'll be nice to read stories about how much you like your job.

Posted by: physics geek at July 28, 2006 03:06 PM

good luck, susie my dear.

Posted by: Patriot Xeno at July 28, 2006 06:01 PM

I can sympathize with you. I get fed up with the all the office politics at my job. I used to work in retail and thought office work would be better, but no such luck.

Posted by: Shawn at July 30, 2006 03:21 PM

I'll send a few aloft for you - sorry I don't get to tour blogs much at the moment, but my employer is also slave driving! Fortunately I retire in a month and a half!

Posted by: The Gray Monk at August 12, 2006 04:14 AM