Working Nights

I'm finally working full time! I only started working for AJS a week ago and now I'm working full time. I had to quit my first job and my boss was pissed off because he had gotten more work and was going to give me full time hours. I'd rather work for AJS because I like the work environment and I know the campus. I mean seriously, the guy gave me only 4 days work in the last 2 weeks that I was working for him. How is that not supposed to piss me off? He should have known how many hours I was getting because he said he was keeping track of them.

He told me when I quit that it was fine, then when I called him, he was bitching at me. He likes to tell me what I should have done. He told me that if I had a complaint about the hours that I should have called him and talked to him about it. Well what HE should have done was given me more hours to begin with. And What I SHOULD have done was start working for AJS a long time ago. I go in for work every day and I always know where I will be working and what I will be doing. Not that I'm ungreatful for the job that I had before AJS, but I think THEY were ungreatful of the sacrifices I had to make in order to make ends meet. For an example, the last cheque I got from them, two thirds of it went to the bank because I had to borrow money from the bank. It was close to two hundred dollars on that cheque, and I only ended up with fifty dollars.

I mean, I knew the other guys were working when I had been given a day off. Sure days off are ok, but not so many that you have like 5 days off in a row because that is not cool with me. The way I look at it is that they were making money off me because the government was paying most of my wages, so he only had to pay like 2 dollars an hour. That's because of the program that I got the job placement through.

Another thing is that the guy told me that he'd mail me my last checque, so he doesn't want me working for him anymore anyway. And he told me he'd come by and get the work shirt he gave me. I think it's funny that the man is so cheap that he wants his six dollar shirt back.

Well, enough said about that. On the way home from taking Daniel to Daycare, I fell asleep on the bus because I knew I'd be getting off at the last stop. I felt a tap on my shoulder and this guy was asking me if I'd spare some money. I knew what the guy was up to because he stopped me by the College one day, when I was flat broke. I didn't have much money, if any to spare. He asked me for a quarter so I figured that it was for a call. I gave him a quarter and then he started asking me for more money! You give some people an inch and they'll take the whole mile. So I told him no. The last time he asked me, I told him no. People should just stop giving the guy money because if they keep giving him money, he'll see how easy it is just to bum change and he won't ever just get a job. It really pissed me off that he was asking for money on the bus. It's like getting a bunch of people cornered and he was asking them all. One guy actually gave him money and as soon as he got off the bus, he was asking someone else.

When things were really bad before, I always did something. I felt bad asking people for money, especially my grandmother. I knew she'd give me the money, but I always consider it a loan. My mother still asks my grandmother for money. It's because my grandmother keeps giving in and giving her the money that she never became self reliant. I even gave my mother money for taking care of her own grandson while I was in College in my first year. I needed her to look after Daniel when I started at AJS, and I knew that she would tell me she didn't want to unless I gave her some money. Some people in this city, or should I say most, only do something for someone else if there is something in it for them. It's because Ottawa is a polictically motivated city, and that is something I've always hated about this place...