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DH got laid off.

Panic panic spaz worry fret freak the fuck out.

His job had cut hours in an attempt to preserve jobs. They’ve been waiting on a job to open up. He’s a glazier, which means he does the glass installation/repair side of construction. Unfortunately, their jobs are dependant on other construction… you can’t put the glass in until the other guys are done with the hammers, for obvious reasons.

The job still hasn’t become available.

We were going to ride it out with partial unemployment, but we weren’t expecting this. Not by any means. The company he works for started (as a hardware store) over a hundred years ago. It’s a fixture. That doesn’t stop it from going under in this economy.

So now we panic. Unemployment takes a while to come through, and it won’t meet our bills. His boss has told him if the job (ever) opens up, they’re going to rehire him. However, I’m quite aware this is it for that company. How many companies made more money by letting go of 75% of their work force?

On top of that, I’m angry. They have an incompetent office staff, and their manager was forced into partial retirement. This guy took the most insane, out-of-the-way jobs, but he had reasons. Profit is profit, and you need every dollar when things are bad, not just a certain percentage of profit. Besides, who gets good word-of-mouth by rejecting jobs? They had steady, even too much work when he ran things. He was cut back to part time because another employee had been promised his job after he retired. This guy is like 80. So the newbie got impatient and the old guy gets cut out.

Congratulations, Glass Company X. Your newbie ran you into the ground.

I have a theory: when times are tough, rely on the people who know what they’re doing. This company has weathered over a dozen recession, probably half of which were under this guy’s watch. If you survived the Great Depression, then use that to survive the Great Recession.

Maybe I’m reading too much into the situation, but when a change in management correlates with a downward spiral in profits, from doing well to bankrupt, then your new guy might not be cut out for the job.

In the meantime, I fill out more applications and wait. And pray.

Just found out that the other two candidates interviewed during my innovative “group interview” were hired.

Not too surprising, because the guy with the funky name (It’s ZARED, not Jared, with a Z. Zzzzz-Zzzzz-Z) and the Janeane Garofolo funky black plastic rims had the Bux writtin all over him. And the chick had worked for them in New York.

I’m still depressed, mainly because I’m certain that my Bell’s Palsy acting up caused me a few problems (I looked like I had a tic. Horrors).

I’ve sworn off Starbucks altogether.

I’m moving on to stronger beverages. Like those with the word “proof” on the label.

Starbucks makes booze now, right???

UPDATE: Friend who works there just informed me that both of them are gone already. Stupid Starbucks dipshits. I have two damn kids to feed. I can’t AFFORD to go anywhere! Not in this job market! Yousis stoopeed!

I have typically worked in call centers. Crap jobs but better pay (and bonuses!). But I was good at what I did. Damn good. Even during my brief stint as a debt collector (where I made 6 times my goal my first only month out). I probably sound like every other unwilling SAHM out there, (especially those with those extra degrees), but I think I have something to contribute. I have an excellent customer service history, an ass-busting food-service history, and obviously, I gets my money (even during a repression).

Starbucks doesn’t seem to think so.

I have to say, I thought job-hunting was depressing enough. But to get rejected for a job that will give me less than half the pay and half the hours of the last one I had is depressing. Especially when I’m up against sporadic-availabity, call-out-because-I’m-so-hungover college students. Don’t complain about the stereotype… I was one. If you knew the school these kids were going to, you’d understand why I say that (because I went there too).

I want to get drunk and soak my depression away in a bubble-filled tub, clutching a trashy novel and smoking cigarettes I keep swearing I’ll quit.

But then I’ll have a hangover and need to run to Starbucks in the morning.