Today was nothing close to that song that blasted the radio waves constantly when it came out. No Mr. Williams, I will not clap along, not today. Not after this weekend. This weekend has opened my eyes and had me screeching 'f bombs' at about everything to do with my job, and my car.
So let me just type in this little blurb before we get started since I haven't updated about it at all. I left my last job a couple months ago, and took on a job with animals, mostly dogs, at a groomer/kennel. Loved the job until the last month or so. There's been hardly any work, despite me being there six days a week. On Saturday, Sunday and Monday, 12 hours of my day is basically blocked out by this job, from seven in the morning, until seven at night. I have to go in four times on all of those days, to walk dogs, feed dogs, take dogs in, send dogs home, whatever the day calls for. Leaving me running back and forth 12 times. I might be lucky and get an hour and a half a day on normal weekends. During the weekdays, if there's enough dogs to call for it, I wash dogs. I love the animal aspect of this job, lately however, it's getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that I feel absolutely owned and like a slave. I have called the owner to ask a question about someone trying to call her who had a dog in our kennel, and was told it was her day off, and she couldn't be bothered. This is her business, not mine. Yet, I have requested days off in advance because of going out of town, and have gotten texts the night before telling me to come in at a certain time to work, but I can leave after. No question of what time am I leaving to go out of town, but demanding me to come in.
