Okay. I'm having a rough time of things right now.
1) School is more work this semester. I started working on my minor, which is graphic design. That means art classes. That means, at least one or two or four art assignments every week, plus mandatory sketchbook work. PLUS, I am taking ad design and media research. Both are very project-heavy. This ain't no history class where I make an A just for showing up and BSing on essay questions.
2) Work is starting to suck. And no, it didn't suck before. I was hired as a receptionist, my duties were to answer the phone and sometimes do some filing. I did well, and they added on sending out form letters. And checking in shipments. And cleaning the kitchen. And so on.....
I was told when I was hired (and for the last year and some months) that I would have ample downtime and that I SHOULD do my homework at work. If I didn't have anything to do, I could surf the internet. Basically, do some work, get things done, do what I want as long as my butt was at the desk and the phone gets answered.
My manager has started taking away free time and adding work over the last month. (There is another receptionist, and she's experiencing the same things) I was opening files, but not fast enough. So, no more internet (I am opening about one more file per day than I did when I was surfing the Knot while the printer was running. Woopie). Now, I'm okay with that. But she's hovering. And adding in more busywork. And basically filling my every moment with little tasks. Then she periodically checks up on me to see how things are coming along. I've flat-out told her some days that I didn't do anything because I had homework to do, and that comes first.
It's WHY I took the damn job. It was flexible and I was SUPPOSED to do my homework there.
Another suckage-- the owner of the business (lawyer) acts like he's 2 instead of 50. If he doesn't like something, he yells and screams and cusses at people (not me, or I'd leave without hesitation). He runs out of milk for his Cheerios? All hell breaks loose. He doesn't get his magazines when he wants to get them? I have to change the entire process of sorting mail so that he gets his first and everyone else has to wait. Today, he got ticked off about getting too many phone calls. Now I'm supposed to not only ask who's calling (already do), but what they want. Do you know what lawyers say when you ask them what case they're calling about? "The important one. He'll know what it is."
Yeah, and now he wants me to tell him before he decides if he wants to be here or not. Yes, he's making me screen his calls in an obvious way. What of it?
Lovely.
3) FI isn't ready for me not to work. He wants more time with me, he's pouting and blowing $200 on board games I don't have time to play with him (he spends money when he gets bored and upset), and he apparently would like me to bake cookies now and then. But he doesn't want me to quit my job.
I make about $400 a month. He just spent HALF of that on board games. But, we're paying for part of our wedding, and he doesn't want to give up eating out 3 times a week for dinner, and far more than that for lunch. He wants to live like a rich guy. I don't mind cutting corners to preserve my sanity and my GPA.
He's PROBABLY getting a promotion in a few months. This summer, I bet. He's been told he is in line for the sales position (company car, bigger salary, commission) but they just aren't sure when it will be available. Hint: He's going to training later this month, and they don't HAVE a rental sales rep in his district right now. His bosses have made it known they WANT one and have been encouraging FI to improve his rapport-building skills. He's doing well according to his review this month.
Bottom line: I want to quit my job. It's stressing me out. I'm sick of having the most complicated receptionist position in the world with a boss who treats his employees like cattle. It's stupid. I would consider getting another job with a little higher hourly pay, and fewer hours worked. They're out there.
But I don't really have a lot of time to look for them. I did some scouting online tonight. Found a nanny position. I used to be a nanny....
I just feel like my head is going to explode. We've been talking about this for weeks. FI isn't ready for me to quit working, even though we can afford it. Our plan is for me to be a SAHM someday. Well, when will he be comfortable with that if he's not comfortable with me not working now? He doesn't understand how important it is to me to graduate with honors, he was happy with C's. I'm not.
I think he's also envious that he's making enough money for both of us, and when he was finishing school I didn't (he's mentioned as much). He had to work. Well, I was working retail. This is WHY I went back to school. I was working very hard for little money. You make more money BECAUSE you have a degree.
This has become entirely too long. I'll stop now. I just....... blah. I don't know. It's frustrating. Yes, we're talking about it. We're communicating. But it's stressing us both out.
