You’d think that yesterdays story of not gaining the new employee would be the end of the tale, but no, sadly it isn’t.
About an hour ago, I got a text from the other part-timer saying she wouldn’t be back because she gets off late from her other job (teaching at an elementary school part-time?) and that she didn’t feel like she had the time to “do the job to the best of her ability.”
That last part I can certainly agree with, but you don’t just quit jobs. You work notice and let people prepare. There’s a plan that needs to be laid out.
People nowadays throw ya to the proverbial wolves no matter what you do for them.
I’m working three locations full time, and now I’m going to have to take on your location because you don’t have the respect and decency to exit the right way.
I’m good to the people under me. I don’t let management come down on them. I shield them from management.
Maybe I need to stop.
If it gets done, it gets done. I’ll do the best I can obviously.
That said, my current mental state can be described best in a picture.
I worked today to get ahead a bit because I’m getting a new employee tomorrow. Help gas been needed for a bit.
I’m pretty excited, mainly because it’s someone I know and trust. Also, I’m pretty tired of being it for three or four stores. It’s wearing me out.
So tomorrow’s Monday, and in true Monday fashion, even before it arrives, the boss texts me and…
The new employee has decided not to take the job.
Some days you can’t win. Some weeks are full of those days. But I won’t quit. I won’t give up. I’ll find a new one somewhere, and if they don’t work out, I’ll find another.
Until then, or until I’ve decided that it’s enough, I will continue.
Because one way or the other, there’s a payoff somewhere.
These bad days, weeks, months have a reward in them. There’s one day that’s a jackpot where everything goes right. They can’t all be good days because if they were, you wouldn’t know what one looked like if it bit you.
I picked this meme up off of IG earlier and it spoke to me. Lol.
Y’all know what tomorrow is. I have a lot to be thankful for.
A home. A family. A good job. So very blessed to have all I have.
I complain to much about what happens and not the results of what happens good or bad.
I need to change that. I will change that.
The boss called me today about my new part-timer, and she’s the lady I mentioned the other day.
He asked me if I was going to talk her up to him. I told him I didn’t need to. She’ll show him. I have all the faith in the world in that. She impressed me when we worked together years ago.
I’m thankful I’ll be getting some help.
I’m thankful that at fifty-three years old, I’m still working and learning.
I learn little things to make my days easier at work every day.
Tomorrow morning I’m learning yet another thing on the truck—oxygen sensors.
Bank 2 Sensor 1 is failing, causing the fuel system to work in a closed-loop, according to the log.
I don’t understand all of it, but I know where that oxygen sensor is and how to change it.
This is causing misfires. I can’t feel them but the OBD can read them. The truck starts a little rough but settles in quickly after starting out if the drive. My MPG has actually increased by .5 miles per gallon.
If it weren’t for the OBD reader and a check engine light, I probably wouldn’t notice.
It’s good to learn new things. I feel like I’m tweaking this here and there and I can’t really complain about twenty-two year old parts failing.