Been about a month since I posted, as I just haven't had the concentration, nor inclination, to sit down and write anything.
I guess the big thing that's happened is that, as of yesterday, I am no longer a porn schlepper. Five years was more than enough for one lifetime to have spent in a pornshop and figured that now was as good a time as any to quit. Honestly, I probably should have a year ago (if not longer), but could never work up the courage to give up a steady job that I was pretty much guaranteed to have for as long as I want it.
Now that I have quit, though, it feels like a million tonnes of weight off my back. While there was nothing wrong with my job (I wouldn't have stayed 5 years if I hated it), I've just been doing it too long...little things that I never even noticed before would start grating on my nerves and I was just tired of always seeing the same people and doing the same transactions over and over. I think the last straw was when we went to 24 hours in December. I had no problem being responsible for a store with normal business hours (10-12). Yeah it sucked if someone was sick and I had to go in and cover for them, but it was part of the job. However, I'm not willing to be on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for a porn shop. Doctors should be on call, not video store managers. Plus, I just turned 27 this year and the idea of being a guy in his thirties working in a porn shop petrified me. So, I wanted to jump before I got trapped, which I was really worried about. One thing I noticed from the half-hearted attempts I made at finding another job is that not a lot of people took my experience as a manager seriously. It didn't matter that I was completely responsible for our most profitable location, that I was (until Source took over) responsible for ordering all the product for store, that I had to hire and fire and train staff, that I was completely responsible for all the money in the store, that I had to do the payroll (and for a while was doing the payroll for all our stores), basically all the kinds of things that managers at any kind of job do...to a lot of prospective employers, it wasn't a "real" job because it was a porn shop.
The last six months of working 7 days a week at the porn shop and the restaurant has been one of the hardest things I've ever down in my life. The last few months I've pretty much been tired all the time and was always stressed out, to the point that my hair started going grey. It's been just over a month since I gave my notice (I gave three weeks, plus stuck around to work a couple extra shifts to help the new manager, who was one of my employees) and I haven't noticed any new grey hairs, whereas I had a lot develop from January to March. Working so much, I ended up screwing some things up in my life that could have been really great and, really, I want to have a life again.
Right now I'm pretty much working full time at the restaurant. I was going to look for another part-time job, but at the moment I am getting enough hours that I don't have to worry about it. Hopefully, that's the case for awhile, because I love it and would rather just stay in the one place. I actually look forward to and am excited to go into work, which is a feeling I haven't had in a really long time. Today, for example, since it was Mother's Day, I worked from 9 in the morning to 11 at night (with about an hour long break in the middle) and we were swamped the entire time (the morning went crazy smooth, we got kind of raped at night), but if they had asked me to stay another 3 hours I probably would have.
But, anyway, I'm tired and my feet feel like two well-done steaks, so I'm going to bed.
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