I got a job.

This wasn’t exactly planned. I’ve thought about getting a part time job for a while now and last week I went for it. Lets be honest here, we need the money (Who doesn’t?). And I need to remain sane by getting out into the real world and being productive. So, I applied at four different locations of two different stores.

I applied on Thursday, interviewed on Sunday, and started working on Wednesday. You’re probably wondering where this job is. It’s a clothing store that sells on trend fashions, is know for their denim (at least that’s what the orientation video told me), and is also known for their super catchy television ads.

It rhymes with map.
I’m working in retail, something I said I’d never do again. Over the holidays. I’ve officially lost my mind. It’s like I’m 16 again and working at Target except that I’m not 16 and I have a family to provide for so I can’t go out to Shari’s (holla!) after work each night and I feel old here because everyone else is a 19-23 year old college kid with black framed glasses and skin tight pants and lives in a dorm.

But you know, the truth is that I’m really excited. I’m excited to be getting out of the house regularly and I’ll be making money while doing so. I’m excited to be working downtown again, and during the holidays because have I ever mentioned that I love Christmas? And downtown Portland during Christmas is like magic. I’m excited to hear Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You 11 times in one shift and you know I’ll be singing along. I’m excited to see all the fabulous window displays and various Santas at Macy’s and Nordstrom and Pioneer Square. Also, I get a KILLER discount.

So yesterday morning, my first official day of work in over two years, I woke up to a display of flowers, Voodoo Doughnuts and a sweet note from Rob.
I’m a lucky girl to have such a supportive husband.  Especially when that supportive husband doesn’t work during the day (with the exception of some screen printing in the garage) so he can stay home with Max!

This is going to be good for me. I’m still taking my postpartum doula class and I still plan on continuing down that path. But for now I’ve got school, work, and a Rob and a Max. LIVING THE DREAM.


Getting Laid Off and the Effects of a Crappy Boss

I was laid off of my on again, off again, job on May 21st.  Today its July 13th.  I have yet to receive an unemployment check.  I filed for unemployment the day after I was laid off.  You see, my boss and I were playing phone tag all day long.  I assumed he had a question about an order r something to that effect.  Once I was actually able to answer his call, illegally (I was driving through the Target parking lot), he told me that since “the workflow was slowing down he needed to downsize and that meant eliminating my position”.   I said OK.  And that was that.  I then went to my moms to cry.  I’ve never been let go from a job in my life.  And I felt like there was more to D’s (I may hate him right now, but I’m trying to be the bigger person here, so we’ll just call him D) story than just a slow workflow.  I wasn’t wrong.

About a month ago I called the unemployment office because it had been over a month and I hadn’t received a check yet.  Well, due to my stupidity and never having to deal with unemployment checks I didn’t file a weekly  claim.  Ever.  I probably should’ve read that little book they sent me, but I didn’t.  Anyhoo, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because D fought against my claim.  His first reasoning was that I was temporary, which I did not know.  Thanks for telling me, D!  Really appreciate that!  I thought from the day I was laid off that this was just his grand plan.  That’s why he lied to me about sending in my health insurance application, which he never did BTW.  This was going to be his way of not having to pay me anymore money, ever.  Well, of course I argued against this.

Fast forward to July 12th.  It’s 9:30 in the morning and the unemployment office calls me.  It’s the lady handling my case and she’s calling me to tell me what bullshit D has spewed this time.  First of all she asks me if I can verify the date I was fired.  Fired?  Fired?  FIRED??  I said “no ma’am, I was laid off on May 21st.  Not fired.”  According to D I was “warned about my poor job performance”, and while I was on vacation “many orders were returned for poor print quality”.  First of all, I was never warned about my poor job performance, because frankly my job performance was never poor.  And all those orders that were returned while I was on vacation were printed by him.  Check the dates on the orders buddy!  Even if I had orders returned, so the fuck what.  Everyone has had orders returned, everyone.  Even in my last days there in August of last year when I quit, I worked my ass off.  I always did a good job, so I  wouldn’t have orders returned.

The last couple of months working there I was printing the pro accounts, which meant they even more nitpicky then regular customer.  I went and bought a binder and took notes from the girl whose position I was taking on every single pro account.  What colors they like, what kind of density, what kind of turn around time etc.  I knew the ins and outs of these people and what they wanted.  I had people who would request my printing because they liked the way I did it.  What I’m getting at is I was damn good at my job.

Just about an hour ago I got the mail and there was an envelope from the Unemployment Department.  I won.  I’m getting deserved money.  D’s unemployment insurance will go up, which is I’m sure what he was avoiding with all of this.  But the Findings of Fact listed really pissed me off.  1.) Claimant was employed by QSP from March 1, 2010 to May 21, 2010.  True.  2.) Claimant was discharged for unsatisfactory performance.  Really?  3.) Claimant made some errors on customer orders during her probationary period.  First of all, no I didn’t.  Secondly, probationary?  How could he blatantly lie like that?  It’s so incredibly fucked up that he can get away with this.  I know I’m getting the money and I should be happy, and I am.  But I will not let someone lie and tarnish my name.

Ugh.  I think I’m done.  Thanks for putting up with my angry rant.

And now a picture of my favorite chicken to leave on a happy note.