I was fired. Via email.
It wasn't even anything to do with my performance. I apparently did a "great job" but just wasn't a "good fit."
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!!?!?
I worked my ass off while I was there. I knew I wasn't "like" the other people at the cafe, and my response to that was to work harder, to show that I really belonged there.
But no. I'm different. So I am gone. Sorry I wasn't fake enough for all of you. I should have professed to LOVING Morrisey and worn shirts from target that I ripped up on my own to look like I had either owned them for years or bought them at a thrift store. And I should have been quiet and shy at first, because that is how people are supposed to be.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.
So now, once I shake this flu, I have to go find a job. Again. Great. Perfect. Wonderful.
It is interesting how so often once I have picked myself up and gotten myself in to a position where it looks like I am really getting my life together and really getting to a place that I can be proud of that something like this happens. If it were my fault I wouldn't be so angry. It would be easier to just pick up and go again.
So if I feel okay tomorrow when I wake up and my fever is down I am getting up and putting in MORE job applications. I am also going to look in to bartending classes.
Sigh.
Fucking hell.
Less shitty stuff. Pictures of the dresses I got at Peach Berserk behind the spoiler.
It wasn't even anything to do with my performance. I apparently did a "great job" but just wasn't a "good fit."
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!!?!?
I worked my ass off while I was there. I knew I wasn't "like" the other people at the cafe, and my response to that was to work harder, to show that I really belonged there.
But no. I'm different. So I am gone. Sorry I wasn't fake enough for all of you. I should have professed to LOVING Morrisey and worn shirts from target that I ripped up on my own to look like I had either owned them for years or bought them at a thrift store. And I should have been quiet and shy at first, because that is how people are supposed to be.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.
So now, once I shake this flu, I have to go find a job. Again. Great. Perfect. Wonderful.
It is interesting how so often once I have picked myself up and gotten myself in to a position where it looks like I am really getting my life together and really getting to a place that I can be proud of that something like this happens. If it were my fault I wouldn't be so angry. It would be easier to just pick up and go again.
So if I feel okay tomorrow when I wake up and my fever is down I am getting up and putting in MORE job applications. I am also going to look in to bartending classes.
Sigh.
Fucking hell.
Less shitty stuff. Pictures of the dresses I got at Peach Berserk behind the spoiler.
Oh and P.S. Can we fucking say INSENSITIVE!?!? Seriously.
Seriously.
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And that's some bullshit about the job. How are they gonna fire you via e-mail. Oh well you're better than them anyways. Good luck on the future job and its search
I'm so sorry to hear about the job, it sounded like you enjoyed it when we talked. Maybe this means you will now find an even better job....hang in there!