Apologies and Depression

 Just a random funny I found on social media ⬆️. 

Gift card boss told me that the client from yesterday apologized and said she figured out that her credit card was maxed out and that was why it was declined.  She also thanked me for helping her set up DoorDash because she doesn’t like to leave the house. 🙄 

I was like “that’s fine”. But I’m not scheduled to go back with her. Today was kind of a mental break down day because of the false accusation yesterday, the triggering events regarding my aunt, and that the fact that gift card boss changes schedules constantly. I think a lot of clients are complaining about other caregivers, caregivers are also complaining about certain clients, and she’s trying to make everyone happy. I pulled over today into a Kroger parking lot and had a good cry. I took out a piece of paper and wrote down my last two employers’ names, full addresses and phone numbers so that I can eventually apply at all of these merchandiser companies, if in fact I’m “allowed” to. (Yes I know technically I’m “allowed” but it goes deeper than that.). 

I also accepted an offer on the merchandiser app that will require me to go to five Costco’s tomorrow. They are all relatively nearby. I’m also going to shop a little at each one and keep tract of how much I’m making and how much I’m spending on the deals. It will definitely be worth it. It’s mostly a mystery shop, but if a certain problem arises, I have to alert management and tell them I’m there on “behalf” of so and so and whatever is wrong, etc. But I’ve done these before and it mostly never happens. I have to dress decently just in case I do have to talk to a manager. Black jeans and plain polo. 

After that, gift card boss has me working approximately 40 hours from Thursday through Sunday. Well, 34 hours to be precise. That is, unless something changes again. Last weekend, I gave up two shifts with the couple because “another caregiver wanted more hours”. I plan to say no to that if she asks again if I want to give it up for this caregiver, but who knows, I might be fundamentally exhausted on Friday again and be like “Sure”.