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A Lesson in Unemployment
Oct. 1st, 2004 05:01 pmEveryone who knows me personally knows I've been saying for about 2 months how much I want to get back to work; that I'm bored at home and looking for a new challenge. Well, guess what? Turns out I was lying. I've been working for a week now, and I'm freaking exhausted. I hate that my time isn't my own anymore, that I have to plan around work to make time for fun stuff, that I'm giving up things I love, like the Stitch and Bitch and afternoon naps. All that, and I'm still stressed about money.
There's never enough to do what I want. I had such high hopes - I'd be going into a new situation with so much more experience and confidence, and I was focusing on large companies because they have the big bucks. Oh, I'm in a large company, all right, but I'm a consultant (found and hired through an agency) so I'm only guaranteed work for 4 months and I don't get benefits. My take home will be higher than before, but I have to put enough away to cover income tax, since as a freelance contractor (I now own my own business - I just have to tell the government), the agency only takes CPP and EI from my earnings. It'll work out to the exact same amount. So, after looking for work for three months, I'm in the exact same boat as at Angoss, except I have no benefits.
To cap it off, I really don't think I like this job. It took until yesterday for the person in the cube next to me to speak to me, and once we figure out how to pass information around in a useable format I'll be a glorified typist. The hours kinda suck - it's flex time, but not in the sense of coming in early one day to make up for coming in late another day. Most people in my department work 9 hour days (7-4:30, including 30 mins unpaid lunch) M-TH, and 4 hours 7-11 on Friday. I'm getting to work at 7:45. I interact with a lot of people, so I have to work something similar to their hours. I guess it gives me evenings to enjoy, but I'm not a morning person. It really doesn't help that I got used to sleeping in when I was working at home and when I was unemployed.
Anyway, to sum up:
I miss being unemployed.
God, I'm fickle.
On the happy side, we're meeting Herb and Jess (the in-laws - that's so much fun to say!) in Mississauga to go see Shaun of the Dead. I should have had a nap when I got home.
There's never enough to do what I want. I had such high hopes - I'd be going into a new situation with so much more experience and confidence, and I was focusing on large companies because they have the big bucks. Oh, I'm in a large company, all right, but I'm a consultant (found and hired through an agency) so I'm only guaranteed work for 4 months and I don't get benefits. My take home will be higher than before, but I have to put enough away to cover income tax, since as a freelance contractor (I now own my own business - I just have to tell the government), the agency only takes CPP and EI from my earnings. It'll work out to the exact same amount. So, after looking for work for three months, I'm in the exact same boat as at Angoss, except I have no benefits.
To cap it off, I really don't think I like this job. It took until yesterday for the person in the cube next to me to speak to me, and once we figure out how to pass information around in a useable format I'll be a glorified typist. The hours kinda suck - it's flex time, but not in the sense of coming in early one day to make up for coming in late another day. Most people in my department work 9 hour days (7-4:30, including 30 mins unpaid lunch) M-TH, and 4 hours 7-11 on Friday. I'm getting to work at 7:45. I interact with a lot of people, so I have to work something similar to their hours. I guess it gives me evenings to enjoy, but I'm not a morning person. It really doesn't help that I got used to sleeping in when I was working at home and when I was unemployed.
Anyway, to sum up:
I miss being unemployed.
God, I'm fickle.
On the happy side, we're meeting Herb and Jess (the in-laws - that's so much fun to say!) in Mississauga to go see Shaun of the Dead. I should have had a nap when I got home.
