I was Fired. Fired I was.
Isn't it ironic that only last week I was complaining about what I do for a living and yesterday I got fired from doing exactly that? Yes, that's right-I was fired, shitcanned, given the boot-or as they so euphemisticly put it: "terminated."
Why? You ask. For stealing. Or for "too many voids in a two month period" if you want the official lingo.
I contested it of course, but my shocked and stuttered explanations for my voids did "not match what it said on paper" and that was that. They either thought I was pocketing the money or giving away free food.
I walked down the rainy covered sidewalk with my last paycheck in hand, feeling dazed, shocked, and only slightly relieved.
Today I feel dirty, angry and extremely depressed. I cried over that stupid job. I did. When no one but my boyfriend could see me. To get fired sucks. To get fired for on bogus grounds of STEALING of ALL THINGS really, really sucks.
What to do?
Well, my plans are to mope around for a few days feeling sorry for myself, then update the ol' resume and hit the pavement. I would love to think I wont have to table whore any more. But in January, in a city with more restaurants than anything else (besides strip clubs that is-and NO I wont just in case you're wondering) -I'll take what I can get.
Wish me luck.
Why? You ask. For stealing. Or for "too many voids in a two month period" if you want the official lingo.
I contested it of course, but my shocked and stuttered explanations for my voids did "not match what it said on paper" and that was that. They either thought I was pocketing the money or giving away free food.
I walked down the rainy covered sidewalk with my last paycheck in hand, feeling dazed, shocked, and only slightly relieved.
Today I feel dirty, angry and extremely depressed. I cried over that stupid job. I did. When no one but my boyfriend could see me. To get fired sucks. To get fired for on bogus grounds of STEALING of ALL THINGS really, really sucks.
What to do?
Well, my plans are to mope around for a few days feeling sorry for myself, then update the ol' resume and hit the pavement. I would love to think I wont have to table whore any more. But in January, in a city with more restaurants than anything else (besides strip clubs that is-and NO I wont just in case you're wondering) -I'll take what I can get.
Wish me luck.
posted by Selené Emrys at 12:48 PM
1 Comments:
Ah yes, this will be something you will eventually laugh at. I remember being fired from my managerial position at a Portland-based restaurant (named for Portland's flower, but will remain nameless). What a day that was! It will lead to bigger and better things. For me it was the last straw, and shortly thereafter I was in table whore retirement. Chin up! You too will one day, say "yeah I used to be in the service industry, it was Grrreat!"
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