I love babies. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I love babies. I was the girl in church who took people's babies. My favorite people to babysit were those who had little babies. As a little girl I never liked barbies. I always asked for baby dolls.
I was very excited to start this job at a daycare, one because I love kids and two I got to work in the two babies room. I felt inspired to apply at this daycare. I pretty much even had a job at another daycare, but gave it up because I felt better about apply at this one. At the time of my hire they made me sign a one year contract with them. If I quit before this one year contract I would have to owe them 500 dollars. This freaked me because I didn't know what was going to happen in 6 months from then let alone a year. But I also felt calm because I knew this was where I was supposed to be.
The first two days of work I loved it. I loved the teacher I worked with and things were great. I didn't even mind the 10 hour days. The third day however was different. There was a different teacher I hadn't worked with yet. From the moment I walked in the room she was so rude to me. By the end of the day I thought I was going to cry. I went from loving my job to hating it. The next day she was still being rude. She said something to me and I called her out on being rude to me. From there things got better. We worked so well together and I love my job again. Well that changed once again. She started being rude to me again. One day at work I started crying and told her she was being rude and mean.
Long story short my boss called and gave me some options. One option was to continue working in my position as is. Two option would be for me to find another classroom in the daycare, and three I could walk away without paying the contract fee. I told her another option of us switching position. (Apparently she was forced into the this position and I took her position) So I decided to walk away and find another job.
In the midst of trying to find another job I feel very blessed. I was already feeling stressed about how Ben and I could make together. I was only making minimum wage. That very week they cut our hours from 40 to 35 or even less. So I would be making alot less without those five hours a week. I just feel blessed I was able to get out of the contract and not worry so much about the fewer hours.
So here's to me and job search again. WOOT WOOT!!!!! Life is good!
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