What happened to my job?

I had a post in the works all about my cool second job that had become my only job, the jewelry store job. Sadly, it didn’t end up working out for me. I’m hesitant to write why just in case they see it or care about how I portray their company or whatever. Basically, I’m a scaredy cat who doesn’t want to get sued. I’ll give a tiny tiny version, though, because I’m not cruel.

 So, we had a lot of work communication through a texting app called WhatsApp. All of those messages that my bosses sent were expected to be replied to or read off the clock. Which isn’t a huge problem, except that it was constant. I once waited an hour for a call for work, because they said a specific time and didn’t actually call for awhile. I didn’t get paid for the hour I waited or the actual time of the call. Everything mentioned on the call was all information pertaining to work. All of that is just background information. One more side note of background information is that I had already been persevering to keep this job and convince myself I made the right decision to work there. I cried many nights because of my boss or rudeness from my coworkers. It was a job I was elated to have but quickly became pretty toxic environment.

Eventually, I had a disagreement with my boss with which I could have handled better, but in the heat of the moment I didn’t. So, I got told that it was a warning for disrespect, which, looking back, I can see how I was disrespectful (I still disagree with the

situation).

Fast forward to the first or second day of school and I respond to the group chat about closing a day or so before. I responded as I normally would. I immediately get privately messaged about how a second act of disobedience wouldn’t be tolerated and I would need to meet with her and the regional manager. A few days later, I quit. It ruined a perfectly happy day and honestly I almost would’ve pushed through this, but my boss refused to see my side in how I meant the text to go over. It was also the last straw for my parents.

~This may seem like an unrelated picture, but it’s actually what the back room looked like pretty much 24/7. There was either a floor change or a box of extra stock that came in. Either way there was always something like this going on in the back.~

All of that to say, I’m jobless, but kinda thankful for that, because junior year is mad tough. I might go back to CEC, but I want desperately to work at Planet Smoothie. But, they aren’t hiring right now. I’m kind of in love with smoothies and I’d love to know the recipe for really good ones not for commercial use, use for when I’m hungry. I also could work at a Tijuana with a friend of mine, and they do make good money through tips. Overall, I’m scared that I’ll make the wrong decision and want to leave that job or force myself to have the job and be miserable. 

Honestly, I’m not sure what the point of this update was other than to just let you know what’s goin’ on. I feel like I have so much and simultaneously so little to write about on here. Hopefully, I’ll start to see writing as a brain break rather than just another chore on the to do list. I keep thinking that when I’m successful at the blog then I’ll prove to myself that I could some kind of writer or journalist one day, but I don’t know if that’s what I really want. Talking about future careers and anxiety/worries for that could be its whole own post.

Until next week ;) 

-Cam