So I've been royally fucked without my consent.
As you may or may not know I switched jobs of recent. While I was once toiling away between the hours of 8 to 5 in the vast expanses of a major gaming company who's products I not only enjoy but also belive in, I have since given that up for a free form job with a closet company. Basically they make closets. Or closet organizing systems. I get an appointment sent to me through email, I go to someone's house, I talk to them about what they want, I measure and deisgn them a closet. It's a s simple as that. A few weeks later an installation team arrives, puts in the new closet. I get paid, they get a new closet. Everybody wins.
Or so I thought.
So when I began my training the office was a bit in flux. They had moved (a whole two doors down, mind you) and the place was in shambles. As places typically are when you move. But everything seemed to be clicking away. Until 3 weeks ago. Then suddenly my appointments dropped off. I went from having at least 5-6 appointments per week to having 2. Then 1. Unbeknowest to me, in the midst of the move advertising had been cut off, in an effort not to overload the shop. Fine enough. Except one thing. THE SHOP GETS PAID PER HOUR, YOU FUCK. The designers, i.e. the people who are benefitted by the advertising because they work on commission, are now royally fucked. No appointments are coming in and if that wasn't bad enough, they just hired another set of designers. Great. So now the scrap of moldy bread I'm being thrown every 2 weeks must be split between a third again as many people. Fuck.
I am terrified, absolutely terrified about my next paycheck. I thought the last two were small because I had no installations and "they wanted to start new designers off slow." Bullshit. There was no powder in the canon. And now shit's blowing up.
I don't know what to do. Do I get a part-time job and try and stick it out? See if business picks back up? Do I cut my losses and start temping again? I already had to put my loans on Economic Hardship Deferment. My sister says while I'm at it I should get food stamps as long as I'm poor and it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I guess she is and so is most of her fellow grad students.
Fuck the people at the top. How could they be so careless with those of us down below?
I'm ready for the Proletarian Revolution.
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