Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.

Well, it looks like I will need to find a new job in about 2 months. As if things haven’t been stressful enough.

Let me explain. For those who may not know, I work in the Financial Industry. For those of you that live under a rock, the Financial Industry isn’t doin’ so good. However, that’s not really why I have to get a new job.

In my company, we have 2 “Platforms”. We call them P1 and P2 (totally original). I work for P2. P2 is basically a Franchise of the company. My boss runs a small business. He pays me, taxes, rent and all business expenses. He has equity and could sell his practice if he wanted to. In P1, everyone is an employee. All expenses, etc paid, but the commission payout is much lower. P2 is the real money maker for our company.

As I have mentioned, there are big changes at work. In finding a new place to “live”, there are a lot of expenses such as higher rent, remodel, new equipment and furniture. I know Tom has been stressed about it.

He was approached by someone in P1 about moving over there. Now, this is kind of the opposite of how things usually work. Normally, you start in P1, build your practice to a certain level and then move to P2.

It makes financial sense for him to move to P1 and I support him 100%. It does not, however make ANY sense for me to go with him.

On the basics: I would not actually work for Tom and he would not have total control over my duties. He would not have control over my raises or bonuses. My current 5 week/year vacation would probably turn into 20 days (7 of which are company holidays). I would have to submit a time card and would not get to make my own schedule. My pay would probably be less.

Oh. And I would be working in an office with people I can’t stand (save like, 3 people). Including the infamous LB. You know. That girl. The one who Michael was “dating” when he was “dating” me. The one he lied about. The one who owes us $20,000. Yeah, her. Not to mention the idiot who Michael hates. The man who was basically the straw that broke the camel’s back for Michael (not that it’s all bad. He loves his job so much more now).

And I can’t. I just can’t work with those people. I went to go work for Tom to get away from that office and it’s FUCKED UP management. Michael agrees. He doesn’t want me working there any more than I want to work there.

Still, I do need a job. As much as I think I would like it, being a stay at home cat mom is not what I really want in life.

So . . . if anyone knows of any jobs. Thinks of me!

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“Brothers!”

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