We joke. We turn the radio up and dance. We sing at the top of our
lungs. Songs they're too old to have heard but too young to utterly
dislike them. And commercial jingles. And children's songs. We talk
about their lives before the mansion and they ask about my time away
from the mansion. They like to hear stories about the (clean) things Master and I do together.

This sucks. I mean it really sucks.

I love my job. Love it. It's right up my alley. I help people who can't
help themselves. I cook for them and I make sure they don't kill each
other in the dining room and I try to make their meals good ones. And
we have fun. Man, do we have fun.

We joke. We turn the radio up and dance. We sing at the top of our
lungs. Songs they're too old to have heard but too young to utterly
dislike them. And commercial jingles. And children's songs. We talk
about their lives before the mansion and they ask about my time away
from the mansion. They like to hear stories about the (clean) things Master and I do together.

And then there's my boss. Who burns everything. Or doesn't season it.
Or serves it cold. Who orders all the wrong things and never has what
she's supposed to. Who was $3500 over budget in March and still didn't
have the things people wanted. Who didn't show up two days in a row
even though she was on the schedule. Who blames me for everything she
does wrong. Right down to the pie crust breaking when she cut up the
apple pies I baked.

Because she didn't show up for work, I'm getting screwed. When I was
hired, I made it clear. If I have to work on the weekend it can only be
one weekend day. I don't care which one it is. I left the place I was
at because they kept screwing up my availability. I can't, and won't,
do it again. I'm not single. I do have a life. And my life starts at
5:15pm Friday and ends at 8am Monday. It runs from 5:15pm Monday-Friday
to 8am Monday-Friday. And I was already willingly giving up more of my
life than I should have to accommodate my screw up boss.

Now I have to work 6am-2pm every other Saturday and Sunday. Which would
be fine. Except I'm also required to work 11am-7pm on the Sunday in
between as well.

"Well, you have the rest of the day to spend with him."

It's not enough. I'd be dishonest if I said the amount of time I have
with Him when I don't have a job is enough, but at least then I'm able
to talk to Him whenever I want to. I can have lunch with Him every day
if we'd like. I can just pack up and head out without having to worry
about whether I'll get a phone call asking me to come in.

I don't get paid enough to be always picking up someone else's slack. I
don't get paid enough to be this stressed out all the time. Hell, I
don't even get paid enough to do my job correctly but I do it. And now
they want more.

So… another day, another job. I'll be walking the job trail again
this weekend. And they can have fun finding someone else to screw over.