I feel liberated...

Hey Fam-

The last time I blogged to you all, I was telling you about the side hustle that finally got on my nerves. Rich claims that I have been threating to leave, but that isn't the case. Its at a mattress store and I typically would work over the weekends and twice during the week. Just enough to put some money in the savings for when I want to travel back to Michigan without cutting into my household expenses. Smart right?? The job is so easy because, I sit there and read, sometimes I fall asleep, I work alone so nobody bothers me. If I sell bedding, cool (mo money, mo money), if I don't its all good as well. Its all good when the majority of the time Im talking to crazies at the real job. The owner of the mattress store is a little crook to say the least. Since September there were five mattress stores in the city of Greensboro, now its only down to one. Why? because they never paid the leases to the buildings, so they have been evicted. They also have had their accounts frozen by the IRS so there were times where employees did not get paid. That was crazy because that was the only job for some and they couldn't pay their mortgage. One by one employees were quitting, and I couldn't agree more. The owner continued to lie about these investors that never came to pass. Why should they when the store lost its financial plan to finance people for bedding? I didn't leave, I was literally the last woman standing. They wrote me this sorry ass letter thanking my for my loyalty....whatever.

Fast forward to July 2007. My guilty pleasure told me he was coming into town to see me. A spur of the moment trip to NC from Detroit is kinda costly, but hey whattya do? I told the mattress people not to put me on schedule for the weekend, I wasn't going to be availible. The manager told me that he really needed me to work, but I told him I will not make him any promises. I talked to the guilty pleasure he indicated that he wouldn't be in town until late Saturday...Cool, I'll work. I told the mattress people that they have me on Saturday but count me out totally for Sunday.

Okay, Im already tired of explaining this story so long story short: the mattress people ended up giving me an ultimatum if I don't work on Sunday, don't come back at all. That was a B%ich move because I told them I was going to work 10 hours on Saturday, and "you know this job is extra, right?" Anyway, I found another part time gig making more money than at the mattress store that will start in August. (Ain't God good?) Saturday I waltzed into the store smelling good (i wanted to leave my essence)looking so fresh and so clean. I gave them my resignation letter and told them I don't really deal with ultimatums very well.

Honestly, they needed me more than I needed them.