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Wake up for the morning commute.

So I've been working this parttime gig at Macy's. Visual merchandising--from 8 to 1, which means I have to get up pretty goddamn early.
I did pretty well today; I'm just about used to this sleep schedule. I was outta bed around 6:30, maaan....nuts. The rest of the week was a bit mixed: some days I ran late (only hadda get a ride from mom once) other days roughly on time. Today I was running early and so that was heartening.
I really like working here so far--and not entirely because I'm getting paid more and have a moderately substantial number of hours. the work is good, even paced, and I feel appreciated.
I do really well with that. I like getting some positive feedback overall; it doesn't need to be fawning or worshipful. Like my manager has tested me sayingthey things like "thank you for the hard work" or "you did well on the garlands, im grateful for your help".
But we can discuss why I like that so much later. Right now I'm almost to the mall.
Anyway, so I worked my one shift at AE for the week last night. It was really frustrating. I mean, I feel I still did fairly well but....  :-\
Maybe it didn't help that I was offered a legit better paying job at Macy's. Maybe it's just the apparently increased stresslevels/chaos in my AE. Maybe it's having worked there so long, slaving away at barely above minimum wage. Maybe it's being 24 and feeling stuck living in my parents' basement--dreaming of moving out but not making anywhere near enough at AE to even consider it. Whatever it is, I'm feeling so frustrated and can't stand it because I love my store and coworkers.
The job I was offered at Macy's likely won't work out as the guy needs someone, like, last week and I've still got another 2 weeks doing visual. But still.
It reminded me that I do have options. Either looking for a different job or 'bargaining' with my AE managers. No ultimata mind you, but leveling with them.

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