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January 30th, 2009 No comments

Day before yesterday I lifted weights for the first time since, um, summer? I knew I lowballed my starting weight but I wasn’t even moderately sore following, so I should probably increase even more than I’d planned.

I’ve discovered I have an inner fratboy. Wednesday was an Elite event and I was plowing through the free beer. Holy shit. Event ended at 8 and last call was announced a little before that. I had a mostly full beer that I had someone hold for me while I got another one. At the after party I spent 45 minutes looking for an ATM that I found on the way back which was right were it was described to me. Wow. Overimbibe? Maybe a little. Again I didn’t eat (although the passed apps at The Taproom looked great I’m not eating anything standing up without a bib) but I also did drink a lot. It was probably a .6 Mashup Bash rating.

The unemployment is flowing. Yay, dole! Yay!!!! If you follow me ontwitter you know that. Speaking of which, I removed my tweets from the blog. But I think I set the WP plugin to tweet when I blog, so my followers and FB friends should now be advised when I update here. If only Myspace would implement that. Wait, let me google. Nope, Myspace is still trying to duplicate the web entirely on its URL. Screw you, Rupert. And Tom.

Speaking of UI, I got a letter saying I’ve been set up with a claimant reemployment seminar thingy. Let me start by saying these things are actually (ultimately) useful. The last time I was on unemployment after the shithole I was sent to one and got set up for my back to school through that. The seminar is the gatekeeper, although I will admit the hoops to jump through were pretty onerous.

But now, I’m not going back to back to school, and the seminar is (necessarily) set up to be understood by utter morons. The thing I mostly recall from my last one was some middle aged Employment Department functionary telling us where to find public access to the internets (she wasn’t saying that to be funny, she thought internet was plural!) and someone from PCC talking about retraining opportunities. Really all of this could have been circumvented by just letting me look through the three ring binder in PCC Lady’s office. Which was what I did.

So I’m not so looking forward to this thing. Especially since the department closed their downtown office. Boo.

I’m leaving early…

December 31st, 2008 No comments

This is the fourth time I’ve been laid off. If you count the month or so I worked at Tin Shed. I can only think of two jobs I’ve left on my own terms, no three. If you count the two weeks and four days I worked at Portland City Grill. Wait, Elmer’s, four. Whatever. I’ve been fired twice, from SoLo and the shithole. The SoLo thing was fucked up, I barely even count that.

This job thing just doesn’t work out for me.

I started this job just as a way to not work for Target any more. If I stayed there I’d probably still have a job, but that place was a terrible fit. It was in a part of town I hate, far away from the part of town I wanted to and now do live in. And there was a very flirty nineteen year old redhead. Who had a boyfriend. And I was using maybe 1% of my education.

Anyhoo.

I don’t know how much longer I’d have stayed here anyway. At least, how long I’d have wanted to stay here. This was a supremely, I guess I can’t be surprised about unprofessional workplaces any more, but the level of general disrespect around here was astonishing. My tools would disappear, jobs assigned to me would be poached. Numbertwo gave one of my keys to the janitor because I wasn’t hear to defend them. Numbertwo was the guy who MADE our keys. And there were only three of us! It’s not like there’s any office politics.

And then there was the farting. And the bitch in the office who couldn’t be bothered to walk anywhere if she could call us to do something for her.

Instead I get a big (maybe really big) payout and unemployment bennies along with a great reason to be looking for work. Doesn’t sound like a half bad deal. Especially if I get a new job fairly soon. Before my lease is up, hopefully.

What I will miss.

Living a 5 minute walk from work. Starting work at 9:30. Maybe it’s a good thing my debt from dental work sucked up a lot of otherwise disposable income. When you can close the bar AND make it to work on time, very dangerous.

Not having to work very much. Unless Numbertwo or Boss had a wild hair up his ass. This building’s fairly new, we didn’t even have to replace any motors. And we didn’t get a proper preventative maintenance schedule up until about 5 months ago.

Reliable internet. I might have to break down and subscribe to a wifi provider.

I bet if you could chart my apparent job satisfaction based on blog entries I’d look manic-depressive. I bet that’s not too unusual.

Okay, it’s New Year’s Eve. I have no plans. If you know how to get a hold of me, hit me up.