My part time supervisor needed me to be the “pick Off’
Which means I’m in a little metal box all night standing in front of a conveyor belt. My job essentially is to sort the boxes as the belt moves and avoid turning the belt off.
I have to push them down slides, which will go down to the correct trailer. I am not able to go down from my spot the whole night, So I told my part time supervisor to send up my full time supervisor.
I was going to put in my two weeks, Or week and half.
I waited, The anxiety was killing me, as I tried to focus on the boxes in front of me.
I then heard the rattling of the ladder as my full time supervisor started to come up.
I think I’m going to piss myself.
When she came up, I told her my last day of employment would be on Friday the 29th. She was nice about it, Disappointed of course. But it went better than I thought,
I guess I expected her to scream and beat me to death with a hot frying pan.
But of course that didn’t happen.
For a moment I was the happiest person a live.
- I can choose my life.
- I can do whatever my heart desires with my day!
- I never have to answer to another supervisor ever again!
- No one can ever tell me if I’m sick enough to rest.
- Or if my reason to miss work is “good enough”
- No one can tell me when I have to work, and when I have to stop.
- Or how many sick, Option days I’m “allowed” to have.
But the happiness was quickly swallowed and turned to fear, When I realized that I now have to rely on myself for everything.
When I have bills to pay, I don’t have a job to throw some money at me, I have to leave it to chance, I have to hope I can sell a few extra books that day. Get a couple extra upvotes. Or somehow get more sales on merchandise.
When I get bored I have no one to give me a “job” to do, It’s up to me to stay very productive and get shit done, Even on days I feel lazy and don’t want to get out of my bed!
I have to wait for the platforms to pay me, which are random. I don’t get a regular steady, Paycheck every week or so.
IS this a smart decision? Many people have told me that I’m 23, and NOW’S The time for heavy RISK taking!
But I worry that I’m in some stress induced haze, Making bad decisions. That are about to tear apart my life.
But at the same time, I am NOT learning anything at my job. I have learned everything about it, Now I’m just a robot going about the night, Doing what I have been programmed to do!
So I really hope I’ve made the right decision this time!