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I'm so broke, I could cry.

In order to move into the new place on Saturday, Mike and I need $1149.50.

And we have to pay off our DTE bill, which is $198.19.

And Comcast, which is $139.90.

Between these three things, that's almost $1500. I've resorted to doing the one thing I haaate, and that's asking my mom for money, because between me and Mike, we have just enough to cover the cost of our security deposit and first month's rent, but not enough to pay off and cancel DTE and Comcast.

It wouldn't be so bad, except I'm making just above minimum wage right now, and Staples keeps cutting hours in easy tech and copy center (I work in the latter) to give to office supplies for back-to-school, but half the people in that department aren't doing their jobs. And it's obvious. In the past month or two, they've had to do two overnight shifts to put away freight - Mike has been there since December 2009, and before Larry and his little clique came to the store a few months ago, Mike said they never did an overnight for freight. It was always done over the course of the week.

In addition to cutting hours in easy tech, where Mike works, they've also decided that he's no longer good enough to be their main computer person, so they took him off computers and put him on the floor instead. According to them, there's just not enough hours for them to give him much more than twelve hours a week - which is all he's technically entitled to, working part-time. So he's gone from almost forty hours a week to less than twenty. And I'm working just barely over twenty right now. Needless to say, this is why we can't have nice things or pay our fucking bills.

Mike keeps saying he's going to get a second job, but I don't think he is. He doesn't have the motivation to look. I spoke with one of my managers, and she told me that "after the prime four weeks," copy center would get our overlapped shifts back, which means a few more hours - and almost forty for me, because that's what my supervisor has been giving me before my manager takes hours away to give them to office supplies. She has one more week. And then, if I'm still not getting the hours, I'm going to have to get a second job, too.

And there's just so much bullshit there with the management, I can't stand it. It would take far too long for me to type it all out, but let's just say that this place is even worse than Meijer. But an acquaintance of mine just told me about some open positions at a Montessori school, so hopefully I can get something there. It would be full-time, and I'm positive that the pay would be better; most schools have starting wages way above minimum wage. When I started in Saline, I was getting paid over nine dollars an hour - almost ten by the time I quit. I miss that job so much. I miss my kids.

Speaking of kids, I find out the sex of my baby on Friday, and I'm really, really excited. I'm calling it now: I think it's a girl. But we'll see.

I guess that's it. Time to get ready for my shitty job.


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April 2014

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