That experience... in A new start

I knew the day I put in my application that place was going to be… well a shit show. It just wasn’t set up in an organized way. I almost didn’t want to accept a job if they called but the money talked. I took a position. I mean I was excited about the short drive in and to be doing something again.

I showed up a few minutes early on Wednesday, as per my normal. I didn’t bring much in with me but my purse. Thinking I would be doing paperwork upon arrival. Yep, no. I was sent straight to the floor. Fine whatever. I was shown around quickly and then placed with someone to learn the job with very little communication. I started doing as I was shown. Which was ok for a while but then the trainer left me and we started doing bigger things. I just was not getting it. My hands were hurting. I told myself by first break if I can make it a week I can make it. By lunch time my hands really hurt and I had decided to not come back on Thursday. I didn’t want to be a quitter but my hands are shot guys and gripping like that is a no. They eventually moved me to a different position and I was ok with that one. I guess I didn’t do quality check as I should have. But I was already over it by then. Breaks and lunches aren’t scheduled. You go when you are told you can. Not a fan of that. But I made it to the end of the day. Almost an 11 hr day. For a first day that was a lot.

I told them I wasn’t coming back. I was told my check would be ready the next day. I couldn’t move the next day without pain. My hands are still screwed up. I show up on Friday to get my check that is not written yet. I understand they had to work the plant floor but have someone who can do that. The owners seemed nice enough. Friendly. Understanding, yet irritated that I showed up without a call about my check. However the wife seemed friendly but also felt like she was saying I was lazy. Her daughter works and blah blah blah. Ok whatever. I may be lazy but I can work circles around you at my old job.

While I was working the lead, or whoever he was, kept coming by and saying easy money. It isn’t easy money when your hands are screwed up and you aren’t used to the job. If I understood what I was doing it would be one thing but nope. Wasn’t told much of anything. I wanted to try working with samples but once again my hands probably wouldn’t do that too well either.

All in all I am glad I didn’t stay. I am glad I got to try it out. I guess. I would have had to work weekends. Which in itself isn’t horrible but it is. I wanted to be able to see my husband and kids and with getting off when I did I barely got to see them. I don’t need the money bad enough to not see my kids. No thanks. My husband is busy enough we are fine and eventually child support will work itself out.

3 More months until we can get financed. Yay. Hopefully no more than 4 months until we can move. That will be a trick considering my youngest doesn’t want to be home, like ever. That is a whole nother irritant. But I’ll just leave it be. It’s just a phase I was told last year she will grow out of it. Well, a year later and she is still doing it, if not worse now. Grandma plays into it.