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Jun. 12th, 2011 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
florannaI know I have been silent for a long time, (we.., truthfully just at not posting any entries, but...) but shitty things have been happening. Finnish parliament elections which were ohmygod terrible and nightmare-indusing. The fact that my studies which should only be two years long, will be two and half for me. And other little shit.
But now? Well, it begins with the fact that I got my first ever real job. SUmmer job, yes. Cleaning in a...camp? whatthefucktherightwordis... nothing special, nothing fancy. Minimum wage, or atleast very small (finnish style, so about 10 euros per hour) rerallly fucking boring and sweaty, but God was I excited... I was all over, so much smiling and I was just so goddamn happy that it hurts to think about.
Then I got fired. After one week. In a really horrible way. This camp is way away from my home, over 200 kms, so I lived in an apartment which was in the camp premises. There were other workers there too. We had promised that my first week I would work from tuesday to saturday, then began again in tuesday. I was going to spend that free time at home, taking more of my stuff (and computer) with me so I could stay the whole summer there working. I was walking to the bus station, which was about two kilometres away. I am really worried about not making it, because I had forgotten few things I had to go back to get from the apartment. like my cell. Car drives past me, and stops. I smile because I notice my boss is there and I think that he will offer me a ride.
He tells that he is sorry, but that I am fired. Talks a lot of shit, which I am honestly too shocked to hear. I manage to say that I really have to hurry to the bus, and he offers to give my a ride to the stop. I agree, make a joke about how little room I have. He says he is sorry, and says that he will give me great recommendations and pay me the weeks salary. He gets me to the bus stop. I manage to hold myself together exactly as long until he drives away, then I start crying. Truly crying, not just few tears, but full sobs and more water than in Niagara.
I call my mum and cry to the phone. She and my dad take turns at calling me and (making sure that I won't kill myself) trying to lift my spirits.
The next day (today) boss calls and talks more about the bullshit reasons why I was fired. They needed someone who was a professional cleaner, (they fucking knew I didn't have any work experience) my work was shoddy (and that day one customer came and asked if I was mainly responsible for cleaning the place. I said yes and he thanked me, saying that I did great job). He said that they would mail the shit I left there (my bicycle helmet, towel, sanitary stuff, almost all clean summer clothes I own, bedsheets, running shoes and a small bag).
I am really in a terrible mood. I don't remember when I have ever cried this much.
But now? Well, it begins with the fact that I got my first ever real job. SUmmer job, yes. Cleaning in a...camp? whatthefucktherightwordis... nothing special, nothing fancy. Minimum wage, or atleast very small (finnish style, so about 10 euros per hour) rerallly fucking boring and sweaty, but God was I excited... I was all over, so much smiling and I was just so goddamn happy that it hurts to think about.
Then I got fired. After one week. In a really horrible way. This camp is way away from my home, over 200 kms, so I lived in an apartment which was in the camp premises. There were other workers there too. We had promised that my first week I would work from tuesday to saturday, then began again in tuesday. I was going to spend that free time at home, taking more of my stuff (and computer) with me so I could stay the whole summer there working. I was walking to the bus station, which was about two kilometres away. I am really worried about not making it, because I had forgotten few things I had to go back to get from the apartment. like my cell. Car drives past me, and stops. I smile because I notice my boss is there and I think that he will offer me a ride.
He tells that he is sorry, but that I am fired. Talks a lot of shit, which I am honestly too shocked to hear. I manage to say that I really have to hurry to the bus, and he offers to give my a ride to the stop. I agree, make a joke about how little room I have. He says he is sorry, and says that he will give me great recommendations and pay me the weeks salary. He gets me to the bus stop. I manage to hold myself together exactly as long until he drives away, then I start crying. Truly crying, not just few tears, but full sobs and more water than in Niagara.
I call my mum and cry to the phone. She and my dad take turns at calling me and (making sure that I won't kill myself) trying to lift my spirits.
The next day (today) boss calls and talks more about the bullshit reasons why I was fired. They needed someone who was a professional cleaner, (they fucking knew I didn't have any work experience) my work was shoddy (and that day one customer came and asked if I was mainly responsible for cleaning the place. I said yes and he thanked me, saying that I did great job). He said that they would mail the shit I left there (my bicycle helmet, towel, sanitary stuff, almost all clean summer clothes I own, bedsheets, running shoes and a small bag).
I am really in a terrible mood. I don't remember when I have ever cried this much.
