Stomach churning....

Hey, today I am going to put in my 2 weeks' notice at work. See, my man drives me into the city before he goes to work everyday, but now he is workin closer to our house, so that means we need to drive an extra hour or more a day just to get me to work.
There's a collections place near our house that I could drive myself to, if we get another car which we have to anyways. So I applied there.
Sadly, it would pay off more if I just sat home and didnt work, than if I stay at my current job!!
But I am COMPLETETLY nervous right now, thinking of how to break this to my manager. We really dont get along all that great, so I guess this is just a bit of fear on my part. Help!

its part of life...try not to worry to much about it. You need to move on...they will adjust, and you will soon forget all about it :)

You've got it all backwards. ;) You're supposed to be nervous for the interviews not the resignation. I'm sure you'll be fine, and try not to worry too much. You'll be exhausted before you even get there. Deep breath. I hope everything goes well, and things work out well. :D

Hey, what can he do, fire you??? LOL

You'll be fine!!!

Best advice I could offer is to leave on the best note possible, even if you have to grit your teeth to thank the idiot boss for the opportunity of working for his rude self.

Give him the old "This isn't a career decision, I just LOVE *teeth gritting if appropriate* working of you, but I find at this point the best decision for me is to work closer to my home. I do so appreciate the experience I gained here and will of course be available to help train my replacement."

Granny always said it's easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar LOL and I'm the queen of nice-if-it-kills me (really helps tho if you smile sweetly whilst imagining said idiot being covered in honey while a big old herd of fire ants comes to say hi).

:twisted:

~~Jo~~

Yep like Jo said leave under the best terms possible since future employers like the opertunity to talk with your past employers, and you want them to give you a good recomendation.

You guys are the best.
(Un) fortunately, she was not in today; trouble is, she might be going on vacation next week. Which means, yet another cursed week I am stuck in this rut. But all will be well someday.
Jo, I love the whole nice-if it kills-me routine. I am pretty good at that!

Ginnie girl you spend a few years working for your hometown, smalltown police force where EVERY word you say, EVERY nuance of your voice is on tape ya learn to fake it with the best of em! (yes Ma'am I'm sure it's a terrible trial that the aliens have once again come down from space and stolen your best pair of false teeth. Yes Sir I'm sure the Police Chief will get right on that issue of your neighbour's dog that barks ONLY to annoy you. No Sir of course that wasn't a snort of disbelief...I've got a terrible cold you see.)

One of the cops I worked with used to say he was about ready to roll an ambulance to transport me to the neurology unit since my eyes were rolling around in my head dealing, ever so professionally, with our local group of in-breds, general crazies and those that had one lil drinkie-poo too many!

Best of luck dealing with your boss when she gets back. Hey it's another week of a steady paycheck, right!

~~Jo~~

LOL, that was the most funniest post ever :D
The biggest thing now, is dealing with my boyfriend actually. He is in a hissy-fit becuz his work manipulates him to no end. He drives a concrete truck, and they have him going out to the location by our house, and getting his ANCIENT truck (it is a 1972; NOT saying that is old in people-ages, BUT this truck is an unmaintained dinosaur..) Then he has to drive into the city, PAST the other plant, while the guys from THAT plant, go out by our house....
Get this: I had to ride home with him last week, in this monstrosity. It has no passenger's seat!! My butt sat on a 10 gallon bucket! It was half full with "truck stuff" like maps, an ancient glass-cleaner bottle, etc. And the truck leaked some black gunk all over my sneakers too. And it was not even turned over; I had to basically sit IN the bucket. And I had to duck if we passed any construction trucks, since havin me in the truck would equal being fired.!!
He is just in a rotten mood and HE really needs to get the new job. Pray to the elder gods that he does! (I don't pray, but that is a funny saying hehe.)

Oh that was funny Jo!!! Aliens that have returned to Earth for a set of false teeth? Please tell me that was made up! LOL!! :lmao: Now that has me thinking, what was the strangest call you ever got? I worked at wildlife rehabilitation center, and we had the some of the strangest calls. This guy was bringing us a 'hawk' that had gotten tangled up and was half drowned. It ended up being a wet pigeon. No matter how hard we tried to explain that the PIGEON would be fine, he refused to believe it wasn't a hawk. So we took the 'hawk' in the back and dried it off. :rolleyes: :bonk:

Oh your poor boyfriend Gin. My step-dad drove cement mixer for years but always worked for a decent company with decent trucks. Sorry but LMAO about you sitting in the bucket hunched over to avoid detection....what a visual!

And Christie no sadly that wasn't made up (you try dealing with that without busting out laffing and therefore losing one's decent paying job! LOL) Hmmm funniest call ever....been a lot of years but let me think....

Well there was the one fella who used to call us with regularity....omg aliens or evil beings ( or hell the soviet red army!) are attacking my house!...I'd have to send a cruiser over and lo and behold once again it was his lil herd of in-breds (their mom left...I suspect she was a taaaaaaaaad too closely related to daddy)...there were a ton of them and they delighted in hopping out their bedroom windows at night and firing mudballs at the house walls to scare the beejesus outta their dad! Oh and then if he ran outside to check after he called us...they'd all hop back in their windows and run lock dad outside. REALLY hard to not lose it over the phone with him...it happened on average once a week or so! What can you do tho, small town police force...ya gotta make nice with the locals.

Oh and there was this lil cutsey pootsie boy of about 3 years old. Used to call me about every Sunday morning to ask me where the tv remote was, or what cartoons were on, or just to say hiya! Had to have an officer have a chat with his mom and dad about how nice it was Johnny knew how to use the speed dial (we didn't have 911 back then in our town) but it was really not the job of the dispatchers to provide daycare by phone on Sunday mornings. Nicely suggested they maybe should get their butts outta bed if lil fella was running loose! LOL

It was a great job with a lot of great and not so great memories to take away with me.

~~Jo~~

Oh and Christie one must remember when dealing with the missing false teeth issue....these were her BEST false teeth...not just your sittin around the house watching soap opera's false teeth...but your best Sunday go to meetin false teeth!

I've always suspected she'd tucked them in her bra and forgot they were there...poor old dearie.


~~Jo~~

Omigosh! :lmao: Aliens can never get enough of false teeth. They're just so darn handy to have around. I can't believe you were able to keep a straight face through that. Now that's impressive! lol

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What's it you I once PM'd with about my former job at the fish hatchery? Explaining to my dear grandmother exactly what one of my jobs was there was not easy to get through with a straight face (especially when she announced she was NOT about to let her friends now about that part of my job!)


~~Jo~~

lol; I can honestly say that my job does not feel so bad right now. I do have to deal with some crazy older people sometimes; but my stories are nuthin compared to Jo's.
Fish hatchery... yikes, I will hafta use my imagination; although, I am not sure I want to! By the way, I burned my elbow pretty nice on the cement truck; even smelled the skin singe!
I think that one of the worst jobs I ever saw, was this guy who has to ID the sex of little chickens (chicks.) I guess that they have to squeeze them, and they poop, and you can tell if they're male or female by seeing where the stuff comes out of.
So nope, I will never complain about my job again.

It isn't a great job but actually Gen the ones I worked with (all oriental for some odd reason) made quite good money. They were paid depending on the number of turkey's sexed that shift, divided by how many of them worked that shift. They actually worked for a seperate company that sent them out daily to different hatcherys all over the area.

Yep I worked in a turkey hatchery and also their meat processing plant (now that was GROSS). I've had some just dang wierd jobs over the years I guess. To me they were just interesting and kind of different ways to pay the monthly bills.

~~Jo~~

Oh and the fish hatchery job...LOL...pretty simple tho embarrassing to the grandmotherly one.

Part of my job during certain times of the year was ummm...going out into the natural spawning areas and netting trout. I ended up being particularily "gifted" in assisting the male trout in "donating" their genetic material to be later introduced to the female's genetic material. We then hatched out their eggs, raised up the young and released them back to live out their lives as wild fish coming back to breed again as adults. There are an unending series of jokes my male co-workers (I was their only female employee) made up about my "gift". LOL.

It was actually a very cool job in a privately owned hatchery. We did Rainbow Trout one half of the year and Chinook Salmon the other half (one is a spring spawner, one is a fall spawner). It's kinda cool to think that the decendants of the babies I actually helped to create by putting sperm and egg together and worrying over those lil fingerlings, are out there in the wild today helping to support a sport fishing industry or just doing their fishy things.

~~Jo~~

Oh if any of you ever get up to Manitoulin Island in Canada and you should it's a very fantastic place to go for vacation and amazing fishing charters abound, please do drop by the Gore Bay Fish Hatchery. It's free, it's open to kids and adults alike and you'll get a way better experience than any government run hatchery.

It's run as far as I know still by major donations of time and energy from the Gore Bay Fish and Game Club as well as some government grants (few and far between). A donation box used to be by the door and it really helped when funds got tight and the fish still needed to be fed.

When I worked there we even encouraged the public to bring us trout or salmon caught right outside the hatchery. We'd strip them of milt or eggs and later on the family could come back and see the babies born from their donation. Talk about responsible sports fishing!

Here's a link but an old one to the hatchery. I haven't been back in years but I do hope they are still chugging along.

http://continuouswave.com/north-chan...reBayFish.html


~~Jo~~

That is pretty cool! I would love to find a privately owned type of place to work.
Helping out at my friend's pet store, has to be my weirdest job. I have had to catch fish for people, that just did NOT want to be caught. As in, climbing up on a ladder to reach inside a 250 gallon tank full of cichlids, when the one they want is 2 inches long and hiding under every heavy rock in there!