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dragonlady7I don't really want to go to work today. I am tired and feel icky. Additionally, I know I won't make much money at either place. However.
I have considered, now that schedules are shuffling around a bit, just telling the airport "oop I can't work Tuesdays anymore".
But I don't want to.
I think, in order to earn enough to get by, I have to work 35-40 hours at the one place on top of my 7 at the other. Lately I've averaged ca. 36 hours a week combining both places, and I just can't make ends meet. So it's got to average a bit over 40, given that 15 of those hours are at something just below minimum wage and that doesn't look to change anytime soon.
To retain sanity, I have to have two days off per week.
The only way to do that is to work two shifts in one day.
So I have to keep Suicide Tuesdays if I want to not go mad.
I might go mad anyway, however: having my days off never two in a row is extremely tiring and it's likely to become the case that I have Mondays and Thursdays off. Which would madden me. You can't relax, if you have just come from work and have to work the next day. It means you have no night you can go out, as you're too tired from work and then have to be up early. So you can't socialize or have a life of any kind. And that's just stupid. And numbing. And exhausting.
There are rumors they're hiring yet another bartender. Not new; no, they're promoting one of the cashiers. Good or bad? I don't know. She's been with the company longer than me. But one of the other bartenders came in via that route as well and they made her work in the Club. Maybe they'll make new girl work in the Club so that one more of my shifts can become not a waste of time. But maybe they'll just give new girl the additional 8-hour shift that's on the schedule for me next week. (Which I hope would become permanent, but may not. Which means, somebody still can't make ends meet.)
I keep toying with the idea of talking with the manager who does scheduling and letting him know that I really do need another weekly shift or I'm going to have to go find a third job. Several of the others are college kids working for pocket money, and I get the impression they think I'm the same way. No, dude: I'm 25 and this is all I have as far as a career, and if I don't make $80 more a week I'm going to start getting real hungry soon. But how would he take that? He's kind of an asshole, the kind that is so aggressively friendly that by so much as speaking to him you get the distinct impression that he's just put out so much effort to be nice to you that he's been drained for the rest of the day and must go and recuperate. Which is extremely off-putting. I feel I've presumed to something high and beyond my station by talking to him and forcing him to lay out all this kindness. Ugh.
Anyhow, I did the math. At the rate I've been going the last month or so, I'm making like $15k a year. Yeah. Who lives on that? But just one more shift a week, in a place where I could actually earn tips and thus top out at more than minimum wage, would put me up to more like $20k which, given my lifestyle, is way above my poverty threshold.
What would more than half-suck would be if instead, they gave one of my Club shifts to someone else and had me work a normal shift somewhere. I would then be earning more, but not quite enough more. And I'd sound like an ungrateful bitch.
Bleah, I weary of worrying over this.
In other news, I noticed last night while washing my face that I have wrinkles. Holy shit, that's a total surprise. Weird little wrinkles around the corners of my mouth and between my eyebrows. Can't imagine where I got those.
I have considered, now that schedules are shuffling around a bit, just telling the airport "oop I can't work Tuesdays anymore".
But I don't want to.
I think, in order to earn enough to get by, I have to work 35-40 hours at the one place on top of my 7 at the other. Lately I've averaged ca. 36 hours a week combining both places, and I just can't make ends meet. So it's got to average a bit over 40, given that 15 of those hours are at something just below minimum wage and that doesn't look to change anytime soon.
To retain sanity, I have to have two days off per week.
The only way to do that is to work two shifts in one day.
So I have to keep Suicide Tuesdays if I want to not go mad.
I might go mad anyway, however: having my days off never two in a row is extremely tiring and it's likely to become the case that I have Mondays and Thursdays off. Which would madden me. You can't relax, if you have just come from work and have to work the next day. It means you have no night you can go out, as you're too tired from work and then have to be up early. So you can't socialize or have a life of any kind. And that's just stupid. And numbing. And exhausting.
There are rumors they're hiring yet another bartender. Not new; no, they're promoting one of the cashiers. Good or bad? I don't know. She's been with the company longer than me. But one of the other bartenders came in via that route as well and they made her work in the Club. Maybe they'll make new girl work in the Club so that one more of my shifts can become not a waste of time. But maybe they'll just give new girl the additional 8-hour shift that's on the schedule for me next week. (Which I hope would become permanent, but may not. Which means, somebody still can't make ends meet.)
I keep toying with the idea of talking with the manager who does scheduling and letting him know that I really do need another weekly shift or I'm going to have to go find a third job. Several of the others are college kids working for pocket money, and I get the impression they think I'm the same way. No, dude: I'm 25 and this is all I have as far as a career, and if I don't make $80 more a week I'm going to start getting real hungry soon. But how would he take that? He's kind of an asshole, the kind that is so aggressively friendly that by so much as speaking to him you get the distinct impression that he's just put out so much effort to be nice to you that he's been drained for the rest of the day and must go and recuperate. Which is extremely off-putting. I feel I've presumed to something high and beyond my station by talking to him and forcing him to lay out all this kindness. Ugh.
Anyhow, I did the math. At the rate I've been going the last month or so, I'm making like $15k a year. Yeah. Who lives on that? But just one more shift a week, in a place where I could actually earn tips and thus top out at more than minimum wage, would put me up to more like $20k which, given my lifestyle, is way above my poverty threshold.
What would more than half-suck would be if instead, they gave one of my Club shifts to someone else and had me work a normal shift somewhere. I would then be earning more, but not quite enough more. And I'd sound like an ungrateful bitch.
Bleah, I weary of worrying over this.
In other news, I noticed last night while washing my face that I have wrinkles. Holy shit, that's a total surprise. Weird little wrinkles around the corners of my mouth and between my eyebrows. Can't imagine where I got those.
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Date: 2005-02-01 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-01 03:52 pm (UTC)When I was tending bar and waitressing in my younger days in Wisconsin, there was a law that said anytime you made less than minimum wage (i.e., if tips were bad) the company you work for was responsible for paying the difference. Is that not the case in New York? I know some states have different rules about these things, but it seems strange that they can get away with paying you less than minimum wage.
There were many weeks when I'd get an extra 50-100 bucks in my paycheck because tips had sucked that pay period. Have you asked your supervisor about that? Is it possible that they don't even know how bad the tips really are?
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:55 pm (UTC)I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. I suppose there's no chance you could post it early. Man, jobs soooo get in the way of life. :)