A Questionable Job

A time I questioned everything before the end of last summer. I had my first job for quite some time. I worked there for three years. I liked my job, at least I thought. I started out with twelve dollars and fifteen cents an hour. As time went on I proved my loyalty to the company. This company saw me as an improving worker. I got offered a promotion. I was unsure about accepting this position.

I heard previously from other promoted workers that it was stressful, and not worth it. I saw the paid upgrade and sign the papers anyway. I felt welcomed as a seventeen-year-old being a shift leader. I also felt special, but still was questioning my ability to accept this position. I had informed my work before they promoted me I had a sport coming up that would affect my ability to be there all the time. They agreed to these terms and said it was acceptable and that they would make it work. I had before seen this situation and heard complaints about then saying it was okay, but it wasn’t. They would agree to time off, but then alternate their decision and deny them when time started crunching towards the date. This worried me, but I tossed it out of my mind not wanting to stress what the future held.

As time went on I started having issues with days I needed off with my boss. This was happening so much that it made me question working for the company any longer than I had. I eventually had to call out for a game that I had not wanted to miss but they did. They didn’t understand I was still only a kid needing to live a life. They wanted me to come in after my practices after I had already worked the night before till ten o’clock pm and went to school after not sleeping till eleven pm. This became draining and exhausting. Every single day I would go through this and I was denied time off. I was not able to even have the days I had games off. I was working seven days a week with school and sports. This left me with no time to myself. I started contemplating whether or not I wanted to continue working at this job, but I was nervous to leave somewhere I was so familiar. It was the first job that I had been at for three years. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a new change in my life, but this question did stop one day. I made my decision.

I was told to either come in and miss a game or there would be consequences. This was not my fault, they had scheduled me on a day my game was an hour away. I requested it off and was denied. I made my mind up, I was done working for them. I put my two weeks in and decided that was what was best for me. I stopped questioning what I wanted and got a new job.

“Malfunctioning open / closed sign. #nofilter” by mrbula is marked with CC BY-NC 2.0.