I didn't go to work yesterday. or today for that matter. I even turned my phone off so that they wouldn't be able to contact me / I wouldn't lose my nerve.
I really started out liking my job. honestly.
the two other people who worked there were pretty awesome. Theresa is the short, surprisingly vulgar grandmotherly woman who does all the cooking. Sean is literally the gayest man I've ever met, and is the manager or something? he used to put on the most horrible 80s pop and dance around trying to make me laugh (always worked). time seemed to fly, and I liked being able to eat little bits through the day.
but Diane (the owner) always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. she's annoying, and surprisingly moronic for someone who owns a somewhat successful restaurant. she'd say shit in front of customers that would be embarrassing to both myself and the store, and there was more than one time that names were mouthed behind her back in an effort to relieve some stress.
a few weeks ago I twisted my knee and it popped out of joint. it happens - I've had knee issues for years, and sometimes it pops out of joint. it goes right back in, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. but I'm always fine as long as I get off it immediately and don't aggravate it further for the next few hours. so I called up Diane and let her know that I didn't think i could stay until the end of my shift. I explained what goes down with my knee, and that I was hopping on one leg and pretty much unable to wait on anyway. and she told me that she could come cover for me if I REALLY had to leave, but she had company and it would ruin her night. so fine, I would stay until close and then put the food away and try to do what I could to clean. anything I couldn't do she'd get the next day. that would have been fine (though frustrating, obviously) had she not then proceeded to flip out at me during my next shift for several things I hadn't done.
last week I slipped on the floor and wrenched my knee again as well as my ankle. I was in enough pain that I threw up, and eventually said I'd like to go home. she proceeded to get angry (since she'd have to cover my shift) because I'm CONSTANTLY sick, and she's never met someone as sick as me. it's inconvenient for everyone else when they have to drop everything to accommodate me like that all the time, I guess.
nevermind that these two incidents are the ONLY times I've been sick at work?
I must've forgotten how frequently people work on out-of-place joints. what a fucking raging cunt. so I've decided she can take her caked-on, hot pink lipstick and blow. me. I don't need a job there badly enough to be forced to keep working when I'm physically injured.
so now my new job is doing burns and playing video games, and eventually finding a real new job.
I really started out liking my job. honestly.
the two other people who worked there were pretty awesome. Theresa is the short, surprisingly vulgar grandmotherly woman who does all the cooking. Sean is literally the gayest man I've ever met, and is the manager or something? he used to put on the most horrible 80s pop and dance around trying to make me laugh (always worked). time seemed to fly, and I liked being able to eat little bits through the day.
but Diane (the owner) always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. she's annoying, and surprisingly moronic for someone who owns a somewhat successful restaurant. she'd say shit in front of customers that would be embarrassing to both myself and the store, and there was more than one time that names were mouthed behind her back in an effort to relieve some stress.
a few weeks ago I twisted my knee and it popped out of joint. it happens - I've had knee issues for years, and sometimes it pops out of joint. it goes right back in, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. but I'm always fine as long as I get off it immediately and don't aggravate it further for the next few hours. so I called up Diane and let her know that I didn't think i could stay until the end of my shift. I explained what goes down with my knee, and that I was hopping on one leg and pretty much unable to wait on anyway. and she told me that she could come cover for me if I REALLY had to leave, but she had company and it would ruin her night. so fine, I would stay until close and then put the food away and try to do what I could to clean. anything I couldn't do she'd get the next day. that would have been fine (though frustrating, obviously) had she not then proceeded to flip out at me during my next shift for several things I hadn't done.
last week I slipped on the floor and wrenched my knee again as well as my ankle. I was in enough pain that I threw up, and eventually said I'd like to go home. she proceeded to get angry (since she'd have to cover my shift) because I'm CONSTANTLY sick, and she's never met someone as sick as me. it's inconvenient for everyone else when they have to drop everything to accommodate me like that all the time, I guess.
nevermind that these two incidents are the ONLY times I've been sick at work?
I must've forgotten how frequently people work on out-of-place joints. what a fucking raging cunt. so I've decided she can take her caked-on, hot pink lipstick and blow. me. I don't need a job there badly enough to be forced to keep working when I'm physically injured.
so now my new job is doing burns and playing video games, and eventually finding a real new job.