Hours and Dogs

Alrighty, then. I had a job for 40 hours. Yes, I said 'had'. It's amazing how quickly things can change. I've been on this job 3 days and already they've had to make some changes.

To explain; the job is/was/will be taking care of residents at an assisted living facility. Not too hard. The residents, (think 'old folks') have nothing but good things to say about me. They're pretty easy going, easy to take care of, and I enjoy taking care of them.

I'm a helper... I love helping people and that's what this job is. I'm there to make them happy.

However, some owner dude said that they have too many full time people hired, compared to the ratio of residents we have. So what does that mean? It means the last one hired either gets bumped from the job (laid off) or moved around to a position that just became available.

Instead of helping the residents, I now work in the kitchen until the powers that be can put me back to taking care of the residents. I work a total of 24 hours a week.

I have been so stressed out about not having enough money to pay bills as it is, let alone having to worry now about getting a second job. It's an understatement to say that, yes, I'm freaking out. I don't adapt quickly to change so this week has been about the worst week I can imagine. I'm an analytical person;I need stability in my life. I need reliability in my job.

Adding to the stress is a dog that G's son found. He can't have it at his house, so it's been at my house. Which, of course, is driving Bear and Sara crazy. Bear is so protective of his time with me that he growls at Sara still, let alone another new dog. This new dog is real pretty, though. Part pit, part boxer, about 10 months old worth of pretty puppy. She's got a pretty pink collar, too. I'm having animal control come and pick her up today, though. I just can't support 3 dogs who are all fighting... one of them is bound to get hurt.

That's about all the new news I have for now.