On Saturday I found out I was being deployed again.
On Sunday, Austin proposed to me.
On Monday, I got accused of stealing at work.
So I'll treat each topic at a time.
Saturday was actually an ok day. I went to drill, but not too early, and we basically just took some online courses and I had a pleasant lunch with two other female soldiers whom I like and who are cool. And I found out I'm being deployed again in February. Which I kinda knew was coming. But it still affected me.
Sunday was a little crazier. I had to be at drill at 5 am, so that we could go to this ceremony. So that was weird. Then, after we were released early, I get home around 1:30 and Austin & I have an interesting time. Lots of drama. Very atypical for me. Austin asks me to marry him. I say yes. He goes to work. Went to bed late. Was up for a long time altogether on Sunday...like, 4 am til 11 or 12...like 19 or 20 hours...
So Monday comes along. I am already experiencing drama at work, mostly with scheduling, and I've only been there 2 weeks. I'm already uneasy because I'm submitting my availability for the school year that day, and I feel like a special case. It feels like the people in personnel are getting sick of me. So I get called into the back office a little later in the afternoon and am informed that there were significant shortages on Thursday & Friday on my registers. I am not allowed to be a cashier anymore; I am a security risk. I am offered a position in Ladies' Wear (Dept 34). I take a pay cut of 20 cents an hour. I experience massive confusion and self-doubt.
Austin & I have another interesting time on the phone, to the tune of over 3 hours. I would say the issue was resolved...though I think we both exceeded our limits...it was very late...
Currently: things are ok I guess. I'll feel funny at work. I didn't have a problem with going to work. I liked it. I liked being busy, I liked the interaction...time went quickly. I worked a little in dept 34 yesterday. It was frustrating. The clothes don't always have a home. And finding the home is often difficult. And there are always more to sort. The job is never ending. And I get paid less to do it.
I had two thoughts in my head as I listened to the job offer yesterday. "We're supposed to terminate you, but instead we're going to offer you a position in ladies wear...we can't let you work a register anymore because you're a security risk...do you accept? It's a pay cut...20 cents I think." I thought, I remember how much of a pain in the ass it was to get the job in the first place...do I really want to go through that again? I also thought, I do need the money. But I also had the urge to say, screw it. Which is also atypical for me. I didn't though. I didn't quit.
On Sunday, Austin proposed to me.
On Monday, I got accused of stealing at work.
So I'll treat each topic at a time.
Saturday was actually an ok day. I went to drill, but not too early, and we basically just took some online courses and I had a pleasant lunch with two other female soldiers whom I like and who are cool. And I found out I'm being deployed again in February. Which I kinda knew was coming. But it still affected me.
Sunday was a little crazier. I had to be at drill at 5 am, so that we could go to this ceremony. So that was weird. Then, after we were released early, I get home around 1:30 and Austin & I have an interesting time. Lots of drama. Very atypical for me. Austin asks me to marry him. I say yes. He goes to work. Went to bed late. Was up for a long time altogether on Sunday...like, 4 am til 11 or 12...like 19 or 20 hours...
So Monday comes along. I am already experiencing drama at work, mostly with scheduling, and I've only been there 2 weeks. I'm already uneasy because I'm submitting my availability for the school year that day, and I feel like a special case. It feels like the people in personnel are getting sick of me. So I get called into the back office a little later in the afternoon and am informed that there were significant shortages on Thursday & Friday on my registers. I am not allowed to be a cashier anymore; I am a security risk. I am offered a position in Ladies' Wear (Dept 34). I take a pay cut of 20 cents an hour. I experience massive confusion and self-doubt.
Austin & I have another interesting time on the phone, to the tune of over 3 hours. I would say the issue was resolved...though I think we both exceeded our limits...it was very late...
Currently: things are ok I guess. I'll feel funny at work. I didn't have a problem with going to work. I liked it. I liked being busy, I liked the interaction...time went quickly. I worked a little in dept 34 yesterday. It was frustrating. The clothes don't always have a home. And finding the home is often difficult. And there are always more to sort. The job is never ending. And I get paid less to do it.
I had two thoughts in my head as I listened to the job offer yesterday. "We're supposed to terminate you, but instead we're going to offer you a position in ladies wear...we can't let you work a register anymore because you're a security risk...do you accept? It's a pay cut...20 cents I think." I thought, I remember how much of a pain in the ass it was to get the job in the first place...do I really want to go through that again? I also thought, I do need the money. But I also had the urge to say, screw it. Which is also atypical for me. I didn't though. I didn't quit.
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