Guess who got a joooob~
*does the job dance*
I am really excited for this. It's just McDonalds, but hey, I'm not going to complain about getting a paycheck and work experience... at least not until I have a paycheck and work experience.
It really came at just the right time too.
I've mentioned it before, but over the summer I came to find out that I lost my financial aid for college and I couldn't afford to go back. Which sucks, because I loved being a student there and I miss my roommates and all the experiences to death. Since then I've been shipped around a few times, and always left on a sour note before finally just coming back to my grandparent's house. I've said it before, but while I love my grandma and I like being around to be a part of my little brother's life, my grandpa is an absolute asshole in every possible way. These past couple months have been extremely difficult for me, having been dropped back into such a toxic environment and feeling like a burden on my grandma.
Because we live in such a small town, where most of the stores are run by local families, it really limits the job opportunities available unless you grew up here... which I didn't. I put in all the applications I could (and by that I mean the three for Walmart, McDonalds, and the Dollar Store) and I've heard pretty much nothing back from them. About three weeks ago my grandma asked if I had even put in any applications, which really got to me since it meant she didn't believe me when I said I did pretty much immediately upon moving back home.
A week later McDonalds gave me a call for an interview.
I ended up having to walk the entire way there, in flats and nice clothing, on icy roads because my grandpa (who had been bitching and starting fights over me not having a job) didn't want to take me to the interview. Since then, I've been waiting for a call. I gave myself to the end of the week before I finally folded and accepted my grandfather's help to get a job where he works. The problem with this is that it means he has something more to lord over me when he feels like it, and he wouldn't ever let me forget that I couldn't get a job without him giving me one.
A week ago my grandma even told me she didn't even think I went to the interview, which hurt my feelings something awful. Between that and my grandpa's constant abuse I kind of tuned out of the world for a little bit. I slept most of the time, I wasn't eating, and I rarely left my room until I came out of my funk.
Today has been a good and bad day. Admittedly I was rather annoyed with something just before I got the call. Now I'm really excited. While McDonalds isn't the greatest of jobs with the greatest of pays, I hope that it will be the start of my... recovery... of sorts. At the very least, it's job experiences I can use to pad out my resume (unfortunately jobs aren't too interested in hearing how you worked online, no matter how you put it :c ) for something better. At best, I hope this means I can eventually go back to college and get my degree so I can feel accomplished in something and lead a better, healthier life than I've had for the past seven years.
So yay! Paying job!
*does the job dance*
I am really excited for this. It's just McDonalds, but hey, I'm not going to complain about getting a paycheck and work experience... at least not until I have a paycheck and work experience.
It really came at just the right time too.
I've mentioned it before, but over the summer I came to find out that I lost my financial aid for college and I couldn't afford to go back. Which sucks, because I loved being a student there and I miss my roommates and all the experiences to death. Since then I've been shipped around a few times, and always left on a sour note before finally just coming back to my grandparent's house. I've said it before, but while I love my grandma and I like being around to be a part of my little brother's life, my grandpa is an absolute asshole in every possible way. These past couple months have been extremely difficult for me, having been dropped back into such a toxic environment and feeling like a burden on my grandma.
Because we live in such a small town, where most of the stores are run by local families, it really limits the job opportunities available unless you grew up here... which I didn't. I put in all the applications I could (and by that I mean the three for Walmart, McDonalds, and the Dollar Store) and I've heard pretty much nothing back from them. About three weeks ago my grandma asked if I had even put in any applications, which really got to me since it meant she didn't believe me when I said I did pretty much immediately upon moving back home.
A week later McDonalds gave me a call for an interview.
I ended up having to walk the entire way there, in flats and nice clothing, on icy roads because my grandpa (who had been bitching and starting fights over me not having a job) didn't want to take me to the interview. Since then, I've been waiting for a call. I gave myself to the end of the week before I finally folded and accepted my grandfather's help to get a job where he works. The problem with this is that it means he has something more to lord over me when he feels like it, and he wouldn't ever let me forget that I couldn't get a job without him giving me one.
A week ago my grandma even told me she didn't even think I went to the interview, which hurt my feelings something awful. Between that and my grandpa's constant abuse I kind of tuned out of the world for a little bit. I slept most of the time, I wasn't eating, and I rarely left my room until I came out of my funk.
Today has been a good and bad day. Admittedly I was rather annoyed with something just before I got the call. Now I'm really excited. While McDonalds isn't the greatest of jobs with the greatest of pays, I hope that it will be the start of my... recovery... of sorts. At the very least, it's job experiences I can use to pad out my resume (unfortunately jobs aren't too interested in hearing how you worked online, no matter how you put it :c ) for something better. At best, I hope this means I can eventually go back to college and get my degree so I can feel accomplished in something and lead a better, healthier life than I've had for the past seven years.
So yay! Paying job!