Or 10-8, 12-10, 9-2…
I quite like my job. Most of the time. I’m generally just glad to have a job, especially in these Covid times.
But. Yes, yes there’s always a bloody but.
I work in hospitality. I am a pastry chef slash baker. Our restaurant has ‘died a death’ as the saying goes, since the new covid rules kicked in. It wasn’t mega busy before that, but it was better. My working hours are dropping week by week. The company that I work for decided that all the restaurants of our type (the company has a dozen different brands within itself, as most do) will be closing one of the food services at 8pm, and the other at 9pm.
I completely understand the decisions that are being made. We need to do whatever it takes to keep the business afloat, especially when various brands have closed already.
One of my poor managers is having daily breakdowns when she is berated by the area manager to reduce labour. She feels so guilty when she has to take hours away from people. (I used to do her job, and it sucks). She’s under a lot of pressure, and I try to help her where I can, but i am among those who are begging for hours.
One of our girls is waiting to hear back after an interview for a supermarket. Her hours with us have been cut, she’s struggling, and with our company, she gets a crappy minimum wage, because she is only 18. (This is a major bone of contention with me, the different tiers of minimum wage, but that’s another story for a future rant.)
She’s a fantastic worker, but at the end of the day, that means nothing. I don’t say that to sound cruel or heartless, it’s a fact. Everyone is in the same boat.
I’m now trying to work out how I’m going to afford to live after the current furlough scheme ends. As far as I can tell, someone like me will not get anything under the new job retention thing. Even if I did – is it 77% maximum top up, or something like that? The top up of 80% has crippled me already.
And I know there isn’t unlimited money, I’m just stating the facts that many millions of people are going through.
I’ve started to sell things. Which is ok, needs must etc, but even though I have a houseful of possessions, there isn’t much that’s worth anything. It’s mostly junk, or sentimental things. I have no designer or vintage clothes lurking in my wardrobe. My version of vintage is the selection of things that are full of holes, or T-shirt’s faded to the point that even I can’t remember what was on them.
I’ve started to gather things that may be worth a little. I have a decent comic book collection, but there’s nothing majorly rare. But I have to be practical. What do I need more? Comics or food?
It’s my day off from work today. I am struggling to get out of bed, I’m physically and mentally exhausted. But I have cracked open my CV and am trawling through job sites. There’s not a lot out there, but if I am qualified, or if I don’t need to be, and it’s not far away (I don’t drive and can’t afford train fares) then I am applying.
Wish me luck.