Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

I'm in that wonderful position where I can't make anyone happy without making myself completely miserable.

The job I just quit wants a six week notice. They are friendly to me, but are apparently saying semi-nasty things about me when I'm not there. In front of the customers. Very cool.

The job where I'm taking more hours on is furious with me for not sticking to a "two-weeks-and-out" notice at the other job. He's playing the "this-job-is-more-important-now-your-responsibility-is-to-me" card. I would be more sympathetic to this if he weren't pushing me/ guilting me for not having enough available hours in the next two weeks--those were never on the table and it isn't fair to blame the long transition stint for my unavailability.

I personally would prefer to wait until the end of the year because it would guarantee a bigger paycheck through the holidays and would keep that resume reference clean and sparkling.

But it's not to be.

I had to cancel my Thanksgiving plans for tomorrow because there's so much work and obligation at both of these jobs that I can't possibly leave for the holiday (even though I asked for the time off months ago). I'll be in the office tomorrow. And working an extra shift this weekend.

Fuck. How did I wind up super screwed in this whole equation?

I'm very unhappy today.

Very.

Ramble

Better now.

It helps that I've had a scented bath in the unusually large bathtub in the unusually large house. I'm very pink and white in my red silk robe. I am okay with this. Better than okay, content even.

I spoke with the boss-who-wants-me-for-more-hours. I capitulated. I will have to go back to the other bosses and renegotiate my last day. This is will suck, but I am resigned to it. *sigh* Despite the drama and the fear that surrounds this transition, I'm actually excited about the role that I will be taking on at the (newish) company. I'll be doing more planning and research, not to mention coordinating a trade-show conference in Chicago. It will result in travel (in January I'll be going to Los Angeles and to Chicago in May) and an opportunity to escape retail (forever, I hope). Plus, I'll have time to pursue other things. My financial situation will worsen, but I suspect my mental health will be much improved.

Tomorrow I'll go into the office, update the website, and then head over to the boss-who-wants-more-me-for-more-hours's house for T-day. He's deemed it "Loser Thanksgiving". There will be no turkey, prayers, or family sing-a-longs--it's simply a day-long feast of appetizers, Season 2 of Scrubs, and alcohol. I'm especially looking forward to the booze. And Zach Braff. That's a potent combination that I'm already thankful for. :) My contribution to the culinary haul is Spinach Borani, Sweet Jalapeno Chutney, a creamy dill and garlic dip, and lentil curry. Just that combination kicks turkey's ass any day.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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This may sound cruel, especially when speaking ill of the dead, but this thing looked like a walking scab.