It is currently Mon Feb 27, 2017 8:47 am
miranda*jane wrote:SO...I was at work Thursday night...feeling completely crap. I'd barely slept in the previous two nights, and had actually considdered calling in sick earlier in the day, but I said to myself... "No, you can do it. You need the money. Do you want to go on holiday or not?". So I did my hair, had my lunch, put on my make up and off I went to work. I was there for an hour and 45 minutes (still feeling crappy even after 2 Berrocca and some Panadol), just about to write the specials on the board, when my boss says to me "Can I borrow you for a sec?" I nod, not sure what to think and follow him.
*Pause* Some back story...I'm a bartender. It's Not a bad job, and I've only been at this particular play for four months. I few weeks ago, I got a written warning, because apparently my boss had recieved complainets about me from customers because I don't smile and look happy while I'm working and I'm slow to serve them. Which is true, I'll admit, but I was still settling in and still a little unsure of myself and my new work place. So anyway, I took what I was told and tried my hardest to improve, which I was told I was doing. I was just beginning to settle in, until Thursday... *resume*
So I follow him into the office and the other Duty Manager is sitting in another chair...my first thought... "Oh dear." My boss sits down and tells me "I'm going to cut to the chase...the hotel's decided to let you go. I don't want to, because I think you're a nice girl and took what I said and worked on it. I think you're doing great. But I'm still getting complaints from customers and duty managers. So your employment here is terminated as of right now, basically." Now...you might think, given who and how I am I would have done one of two things. Broken down into tears and begged him to give me another chance, or stand up and start yelling and screaming, call him an asshole and vow never to return to the pub, rip my work shirt off and throw it at him. But I didn't. I was too shocked. All I could say was "Yep."..."Okay." ... "Cool." ... "Thanks." I stood up, left the office, went to my locker and grabbed my bag, took my dinner out of the fridge in the bar and left the hotel. I got into my car and drove all the way home before it hit me.
I sat on the couch in my pyjamas and promptly began to bawl my eyes out. I called my boyfriend and told him...still bawling...he was upset, but not at me, at the situation. He assured me that it would all be okay and he'd help me to find another BETTER job. After many "I love you's" we hung up on the promise of lots of hugs and kisses when he got home on 2 hours. Then I called my mum (who was working at the time) and told her and began bawling again. She was saddened for me, but assured me that I'd find something new soon.
But none of that is the worst part...I feel horrible about it, yes. I'm still mortified at the prospect of not having a job again, after it was so hard to get the one I was just fired from. I'm an emotional eater, when I get depressed, I crave fatty food and chocolate. So when Aaron got home from work, that's what I did. We had Pizza Hut for tea and I had a BBQ Chicken with extra BBQ sauce and pineapple and two pieces of Garlic bread and two foccacia sticks with garlic dipping sauce. Then between us we pollished off a pack of Tim Tams. Yesterday I had two english muffins with eggs, ham and onion. For lunch I had a wheat chicken and bacon ranch footlong from subway. For tea I had two pieces of rasin rtoast with butter...but that was after I ate half a packet of Mint Slice biscuits and 3/4 of a block of Cudbury's Milk. Today I hada bowl of Just Right with fruit salad mix, I didn't have lunch, but finished the Mint Slice off. For tea we had a roast beef and veggies. I had potato and sweet potato. I ate two chocolate muffins and a handfull of Jaffas...I threw out the rest of the Cadburry's and Jaffas.
Now I feel just aweful. I'm too scarred to step on the scales, but I have my weigh in on Wednesday. Losing my job though, has gained me a few things...for one, I'm pretty much certain I've kicked my chocolate addiction. Two, I'm now more empowered to not only lose the remaining wieght, but also find myself a CAREER, not just a job to pay the bills. It might take me a while to get back on my feet, but I'll get there. Aaron is being so great about it all and doing everything he can to help me. My families great too.
I just thought I'd share my story with you all...I really needed to get it off my chest and I feel better for doing so.
That's all from me for now...
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