teddy_radiator | Another Day, Another Grizzle

As you know, we've been struggling with work, or the lack of it, for almost two solid months now. To help out a bit, we joined another Merchandising company. After three weeks on the job, we had to quit. I feel really shit right now because of it, but we discussed it to death today and agreed that it was the best thing to do.

The new supervisor is the main reason I feel so bad about quitting. She is ten times the manager of our 'real' job. She's friendly, personable and really encouraging. The problem was that the job was just shit. It paid peanuts, and had us running all over the place, dealing with grumpy managers, crappy stores and jobs that took twice as long as they wanted to pay us. She bent over backwards trying to get us to stay, but in the end, she couldn't pay us more, and we were running ourselves absolutely ragged. I was starting to have awful stress pains in my back and shoulders, and feeling so overwhelmed trying to juggle the two jobs because they both wanted us to do things on the same day.

It goes against every fiber of my being to quit a job, but the amount of money we made together in two weeks was less than half what we made at our regular job in one week. She offered to compensate us, but it would mean a constant battle to extend our hours and file for constant 'overtime'. In the end, TheHubs felt we would both be ground down into powder.

I called her this afternoon to give her the bad news, and she actually had me cave in to stay. TheHubs called her back and had us quit and done in ten minutes. I always cave in situations like this. I don't want to disappoint anyone, so I end up agreeing to their arguments. I'm the most un-Leo that ever roared.

Now I just feel dragged out, and tired and relieved, and sad. I will miss our friendly, folksy little chats. She honestly was a lovely person to work for, and to be honest, the company is not bad, but we just couldn't make it worth our while at the rate they were paying us. It was so little for all the hard graft and travel we were doing.

I know I sound like I'm trying to justify quitting, and I am. If they paid anything like our regular job, I'm sure we would have eventually stayed with them and thrown our old job over. I hate adulting sometimes.