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Well. I don't remember if I mentioned it here, but I gave my notice at Movie Gallery a little while ago. I don't care to get into the whole sordid affair here, but it boils down to my manager getting a girl pregnant - who, while not being his girlfriend (that's a whole OTHER different girl), does happen to be a friend of mine - and refusing to acknowledge the reality of the situation and his responsibility in it. So I don't want to work with him anymore. The only reason I gave a notice instead of quitting on the spot is because I wanted to time it so I'd be able to rent Peter Pan (which comes out next week) for free before I go. Because I'm shameless and conniving like that.

So, I was thus relying upon my second job at McDonald's (ugh, I know, I know, I'm properly ashamed) to make up for the hours I was missing and enable me to save some money to get the fuck out of Yarmouth. And when I mentioned a week and a half ago to one of the eighty-seven managers (the one in charge of scheduling) that my availability would be opening up soon, she was all, "Oh, okay."

So when I went to get my paycheck Monday, I told that my availability was wide open starting next week, and then and ONLY then does she go, "Oh, well we won't be able to give you any more hours."

. . .

Because this information wouldn't have come in REALLY HANDY about TEN DAYS AGO.

Whilst I scramble to make a back-up plan, I arrive dutifully for today's shift and get a look at next week's schedule.

THREE HOURS. THEY FUCKING SCHEDULED ME FOR FUCKING THREE FUCKING HOURS. IN THE ENTIRE WEEK.

The top of my head just about blew off. And I'm not the only one who got totally fucked for hours either. The other two employees who were on were not happy.

I am proud to report that I managed to make it two whole hours before I told the manager that I quit and walked out. Because, really, how am I worse off now? I'm going to make seventeen fewer bucks next week? OOOOOOOOOOOH.

My friend Rikki works at the mall; I'm going to see if she works today, and if she'd be willing to come get me and cart me along so I can apply at every place that's hiring. (Except for McDonald's.) We're in the process of getting her dad to agree to let me stay with them till I find a real job (anything I got at the mall would likely just be temporary work so that I could pay him rent until I found something I could support myself on) and a place to live, and me having a job in the area might help convince him. Maybe this is exactly what I need.

Not that I'm not still furious, mind you. Look, it says so in my mood and everything. Well, it says "enraged." Close enough.