Well, my "two week" sentence is over. I got out early for good behavior, heh. Or something like that.
When I gave D. my notice last Wednesday, we agreed that I would finish working the week, and then the next week as well. I showed up at work on Wednesday as usual, and D. was acting all uncomfortable and weird around me. Yes, the epitome of professionalism. I went about my usual day of work all smiles despite her behavior. At one point during the day, I kind of ran out of things to do, which normally they would have a mile long list for me to follow. Since I had no list, I asked D. what needed to be done for the day. She shrugged and said, "Nothing that I know of". Oh yeah. Riiiiight. So I said, "Well, I would like to make good use of both my time and yours, so what can I do for you?" With that she replied, "Do whatever you feel is important".
Oh give me a fucking break.
I told her that it was her store, not mine, so I don't know what was important to her. Please. I knew what she was trying to do. She was acting like a kicked puppy, which is especially strange considering her and A. both told me point-blank that my work wasn't good enough for them. So why the drama now simply for me giving my notice? Anyway, she ended up sending me home early that day.
I went back in yesterday, and she barely spoke to me the entire day. The day was very busy, so it was better than Wednesday. At 5:00 I'm getting ready to leave and I say something like, "So I'll see you on Saturday". That's when D. shoved some money at me and said, "We have help coming on Saturday, so we won't need you anymore." I said, "Oh, you found somebody already? Cool! Who did you get? Anyone I know?" (Since most of the people in our industry tend to flip from store to store, it's highly likely I would know them) And she said, "Maybe, maybe not." I laughed at that, because I thought she was kidding. I said, "No, really. Who didya get?" She said, "It's best that I don't tell you that."
To tell me would be a gross breach of security, apparently. Ha ha!
I walked out smiling, despite the fact that we really needed that last one hundred bucks I would have made on my last day. Mostly I was smiling because I never have to set foot in their stupid buffalo meat-selling, "M@ker's Di3t" pushing, pain in the ass store any more. Whoo hoo to that!
That same night, I got a call from a product broker that I know, who offered me a job as her assistant that would allow me to work from home. I was so happy that I almost cried! But unfortunately she only wanted me for about 10 hours per week, for $100 per week. Since that only covers my car payment and none of my/our other bills, I had to tell her no. I do have an interview for a full time job two weeks from now, which will pay enough for us to hopefully get back on our feet. If I get it, anyway. The job itself sounds like a fucking nightmare. It's as a photographer/salesperson for one of those "same day" portrait studios. Christy said the job sounds like birth control, and I tend to agree, even though I like kids. I used to do children's portrait photography, and believe me, it's no picnic. That was in my early 20's too, when I had much more energy and drive then I do now. But I think I have more patience now, so maybe that will benefit me in this case. Back when I used to shoot youth sports, it was the coaches and parents who I usually wanted to strangle, not the kids. But anyway.
At the rate the store is growing, this won't be a worry for too much longer anyway. Hopefully our little "labor of love" will actually be able to pay us in a year or so. We're crossing our fingers.