I realized last Tuesday that one of the things I hate about working is that it gives me entirely too much time to overthink. When you overthink about stupid shit you've done for the span of 8 to 10 hours, whether it was something embarrassing, something that alienated acquaintances, or something that has set you back financially, it can be pure Hell. Sure, there have been times where something has been eating me up inside, and going to work actually made me feel better, but that seems to have been mostly when I was working 8-hour-a-day jobs.
To add insult to injury, the Peak Season seems to have started, and I am so not ready for it. The only thing that will make this year better than last year is that I'm not a temp this time around, and I'll be getting paid about $2.25 more per hour than I was last year. (Or, $2.85 more than I did at Megalomart!) For the record, I'm getting paid $10.50 right now, and so my overtime pay will be $15.75. You know, if I were getting paid $15.75 for regular pay, I'd be MUCH happier. So while the money will be nice, I just can't stand the thought of working 50, sometimes 55, hours a week for the next two or three months. I am hoping to take two or three days off for the week of my birthday, so I should have a five day break in November before the real onslaught is supposed to start.
One thing that has always bugged me about this place are the breaks. Most places where I've worked give you 15-minute breaks for an 8-hour day, and may give you 20 if you have to work over. Here, they work you ten hours and only give you 15-minute breaks. When I worked in the Photo department working 8-hour days, our breaks were only ten minutes. But back to my current department: when I was on day shift, they gave us a couple of minutes to walk to and from the break area. On the night shift, the "travel time" is included in our breaks, thus really only giving us ten minutes of actual break time. That is complete and utter bullshit! We fucking work on our feet for nine hours and thirty minutes, and they're basically asking, no, telling us to spend another ten minutes on our feet when that time is supposed to go towards resting. I don't know why it took me so long to realize that this shit is made up by people who get to sit on their asses all or most of the day.
The only way I can see myself continuing to work there without going completely nuts is if I go Part Time, but then I'd need to get a second job to go along with it.
I've come to the realization in the past few years that no matter where I work, even if I start out enjoying it, I'll probably be miserable. If I could get a job that pays a somewhat liveable wage and doesn't make me work more than 8 hours in a day, then I could possibly live with it. I wish I didn't like "stuff" so much, then I could probably go drifting around and enjoying more of what this world has to offer. But getting to do things like listening to well recorded music on a very good sounding system can be therapeutic, and I hope to get to do that someday.
