I feel like its the calm after the storm.
I just quite at the restauraunt.
not only did I quit, but I walked out in the middle of a football/basketball night.
I was tired of being shit on.
Short version is the 3rd hostess came in “sick”
Hello, I am sick, but no one gave a damn. I stood in front of the door (i.e. outside in 34 degree weather) for hours. Sick.
Dona had been there since three and as the new girl has been bearing the brunt.
Well, instead of telling us when Liz came in that she wasn’t staying the whole night (she was supposed to close), we assumed things were as scheduled. Dona leaves first, then me, then Liz. Well, with her saying she was leaving first, that would have had me closing. Which tonight would have been midnight probably. I couldn’t do four more hours sick and able to SEE MY BREATH. No fuc-king way.
A– he could have let us know she was leaving early.
B– HE COULD HAVE JUST HIRED SOMEONE ELSE LIKE WE ALL SUGGESTED.
I know he’s the manager, but working with 2 hostesses who both have school or other jobs -is-just-crazy.
Now, I don’t care.
Anyway Liz went upstairs “to rest” and when dennis came downstairs I said “Liz is just sitting down. Why is she even here? (Trying to prod him into telling me she was going to leave.) He says, “I am thinking bout sending her home.” Liar. She already told you she was leaving.
I said, Well, Dona’s been here and since 3:30 and I am NOT staying until the end of the night.
He said “What do you want from me? What you want me to do bout it? (How about manage your fucking staff, asshole? novel idea, isn’t it?)
‘blah blah blah’ you can just leave. ”
I hate statements like that.
Don’t you dare or threaten me.
And it occurred to me that I was cold. I would be making more money on a road crew with about the same working conditions. lol.
And I have a fucking masters degree. I so don’t need this shit.
I wanted to say all the things that ran through my mind, but after his say ” . . . leave”
I settled for– “I will. I quit.”
And I did. I clocked out. I hugged Nikki, TJ, and Alex and WALKED OUT. Thus regaining my life.
And it occurs to me how much I love my job at michaels. Today I just walked around showing people how to make gift baskets, putting together wooden toy models and making bows. It was heavenly. And now I can do more of it. When I want to. And get paid more. Hurray.
I feel empowered. And surprisingly– not the least bit guilty.