I said I was going to be picky. Although I thought this job would be a good one because of the likelihood of a promotion to supervisor and the proximity to where I might be living in a handful of months (that is still up in the air), I’ve decided it’s just not going to work out for me.
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The company has had a “revolving door” of people working there this year. They’ve admitted as much. No one other than the supervisor has worked there long. One guy started the same day as me, one started about three weeks ago, and the other one has worked there about a month. I thought that was a bad sign, but I was willing to give it a shot. I should’ve paid attention to the red flag.
It’s easy to find jobs right now. That’s why I said I’d be picky. I can get by without working at all if I need to, which also has something to do with it. Headaches aren’t worth it to me at this point in my life.
So I’ll see what else I can find!
One of the things I didn’t like about the job I just quit was the people I worked with. Something tells me that’s what the many people who left before me took issue with as well. For one thing, they’re giving contradicting instructions. One person will tell you to go slow and get things right. Then another one will tell you to go faster.
The thing is, I was doing well with everything. But I work with a bunch of new people, and some of them aren’t as skilled and/or aren’t very bright. But I’d have to stand there and get talked to like a child by some of the higher-ups.
But whatever. I worked there for two weeks. Not even quite a full two weeks, because they are closed Friday for Christmas. I’ll barely remember ever working there at some point in the near future.
