Wednesday, March 11, 2009

A vent

Why do I always pick dud jobs? Or maybe it's just me. Maybe all jobs are duds and I just don't like to put up with all the junk. Because I have a tendency to get jobs and quit them within a couple months, I told myself when I accepted the job at Michaels that I would stay there until June no matter what, and honestly, that's the only reason I'm still there. My last post was all about how wonderful my job is, and in theory it is, but... GRRR! I'm so frustrated! I hate feeling like a pawn, something to use, abuse and discard! I went in to work Saturday and taught two classes. I had 4 students registered but only 3 showed up. I was informed AFTER I taught the classes that the policy had changed as of that week and that instead of getting paid $33.50 for each class, I would only get $25.50 because I didn't have 4 students show up. I just got a $70 a month pay cut with NO warning. The crazy part about it is that next week, I will have four students in one class and 5 in the other, but they pay based on the first class attendance. I have been told by my Wilton manager that there is nothing they can do. It's in the computer and they can't override it. I am soooo mad I can't see straight! And it's not even about the money. We have definitely been blessed and while the extra $70 would be nice, it won't make or break us. It's more about feeling completely stepped on. Michaels doesn't want to lose money, so they take it out of our hide. And I'm frustrated with myself. They pay me for my classroom time, but not for all the work I do at home to promote it, to plan my classes and to make sure that I know what I'm talking about. Jason says I should just put in the bare minimum, what they pay me for, but I can't seem to make myself do that. If it's not perfect, why bother? I know it can't be perfect, but I don't want it to be sub-par because I didn't even try. Ugh! I'm so busy and would love to have my personal time back, but I don't want to quit yet another job. Why do I keep doing this? GRRR!

2 comments:

Randy said...

Here's a big hug from an old geezer 600 miles away.

The Herring Family said...

Thanks, Dad :-).