It’s beyond time to change jobs. My schedule has dwindled from about 33 hours per week, back in October, when my knee surgery leave ended, to 13.5, for the schedule that starts May 5th.

I asked my immediate supervisor about it, and asked if I could get that fixed. “Well, you can make yourself available if people call out.” Bullshit.

I’ve written before about how working for Sprouts has been one big disappointment after another. I need to get out of here—I’m actually here now, mooching more Wifi. My shift ended 50 minutes ago.

Even though I’m glad I know longer work for Walmart, I feel like I was treated with more respect there than here.

I know I have complained about feeling the need to move on from various jobs in the past, and needing to improve my domestic life, and change so many other things, but I feel as though my life has been one giant sine wave since May of 2007. I’m craving consistency. I’m wanting a routine. I’m needing stability. Thus, looking for new employment feels like I’m adding more flux to an already stirred up situation.

I have a lot going on in my head, and gee, I’ll have plenty of days off to do some thinking and planning.

Later.