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In the last month, I've has so many calls and possibilities for work, it's astounding. I've had 4 interviews and was offered a part-time position at a grocery store a half hour away. I did my orientation yesterday.
So a few hours ago, I get a call from an HR lady for another place. Part-time but can definitely go full-time. Money is much better and it's 5 minutes from home. It certainly is raining job offers in my town!! YIPPEE!! ![]() |
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Yay well done!
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My daughter told me this morning, "Mom, don't be nervous" I told her, "I'm not nervous just super excited" (she's such a sweet and thoughtful girl)
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I'm so depressed and defeated. I couldn't keep up with the online testing at this new job. There is little time to complete the 21 tests and they must be done by Friday @ 5PM. I tried to do the 1st test 6X and still failed it. These tests on food prep must be passed at 100%
The second issue is my mother. All of a sudden, Monday afternoon she has her doctor's appointment. God forbid she moves her appointment with the doctor. She takes oxy and abuses it. That is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm stuck here at her house. I'm in prison. She doesn't care if or how I get to this job. I have no car right now. I cannot get a bus to get to a place with no bus route available to this area. So, it's back to square one. I truly detest my mother for not helping me. But, I'm supposed to do her bidding. I don't mind cleaning her house and getting groceries, but the friction and hatred is so awful. So that's life with my mother the pill popper. I just don't know what to do, except to get a job where I don't have to depend on her for one damn thing. Ok, rant over, for now... |
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