So I put in my two week notice at the post office. Been working there for 3 months.
The work wasn't 'too hard.' I picked up on it within two weeks which the management called “excellent.” I like the job, I like delivering mail and giving kids letters they can run back to their parents. Pay is good for this area, benefits are phenomenal. So what gives?
Well the pay periods are two weeks. And the company schedules me for 13 days per pay period. And when I finish my route (or sometimes even before), I get the privilege to deliver other routes (because we are understaffed and no one is there to cover them). So every day is a 10-14 hour day.
I have seen my fiancee a grand total of 2 hours this month. I've seen my parents for a hot 15 minutes.
When I first started, I was asked by coworkers if I had kids. When I said no, they said “Oh so you can just rack up the hours and get fat paychecks.”
I don't care. I don't need kids to have personal, important connections that I sorely miss when I am spending over 2/3rds of my life at the post office.
Everyone tells me it's a great opportunity. With all these vacancies, I can go Career within a year!
I don't care. I miss my family.
It really does feel like we are back in the coal mines. Clock in for 16 hours, work to death, give the check to the wife, sleep and start over until black lung takes me.
Not going to do that. Now I have people telling me that I'm stupid for not having another job lined up. That I'm taking a big risk because I won't have health insurance if I don't have a job.
I. Don't. Care.