So.02:20 Jun 26 2013
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The drama is over for now, but that doesn't make it any less pleasant. As I said on facebook, I lost a job that I enjoyed very much, ces't la vie.
Why did I lose that job?
Greed.
After asking Melissa repeatedly why she was so nasty to me, so bitchy, for the past three weeks, I finally backed her into a corner, and got a wild array of reasons, none of which were true, and on Friday, she admitted they were not true. Seems she just wasn't prepared to have this discussion on Wednesday, so she "got defensive". After a discussion Friday that began with "Your week just went from 37 hours to 12 hours" and "I would be embarrassed to work here if someone did this to me" and "You're the best employee, I can trust you, you go above and beyond, yadda yadda yadda" to "this really sucks"? she told me that 12 hours a week was the best she was going to do. I offered plenty of alternatives, trying to find a way to keep a job I loved, and for her to get what I thought she needed (primarily to cut back on expenses) and it was like talking to a mannekin. There was absolutely nothing there. No ackowledgement I had helped her in any way, no emotion that she was slitting the throat of someone who had gone out of my way to do everything I could to help her in her business, nothing.
Then.
The next morning, on Saturday, I get an email "just so you have a hard copy to show Scott what your options are" and telling me that she will pay me for the next pay period to the tune of 49 hours, but I would have to work the next day (Sunday) from 11-5, while she would take the b-day party I had booked from 10-12. And that I would have to work Th/Fr/Sat. for 4 hours each shift. I was horrified. The idea of setting foot back in that place made me nauseated. Quite the change, hunh? So I got to work on Sunday at 10:30, just like always. She was in the party room taking care of things, and I got busy doing the same things I did every Sunday, setting up, putting stuff away, stocking shelves, opening up for the day, etc. After the party left, she walks out, claps her hands together, and says "So, what are we going to do?"
About what?
"Your work situation?"
I'll take the layoff, apply for EI (unemplyment) at a 37 hour work week, and try to move on.
By this time, we were both in the office.
"Wow, this is really uncomfortable for me"
*do you think I give a rat's ASS what is uncomfortable for you?*
Melissa, if you want to pay me off for the rest of this week, I'll make today my last day, and we can call it a day.
She thought about it.
And thought about it
and thought about it.
Then she wrinkles her nose and says "Well, I don't want to have to rearrange the schedule again and make everybody shift around, so just work those three days."
Unhunh.
I was steady all day, belying the statement she kept making that we didn't have enough revenue coming in.
She came back at 5, as my last customer was leaving. Seems she felt bad about expecting me to work, and she didn't want to be uncomfortable, so she wrote me a check for the last week and this week, and told me I could get all my stuff and go.
When I asked her point blank why she was doing all this, she looked at me, no emotion whatsoever, and said:
"The fact is this business is simply not making enough money to afford 2 full time people. So I have to let you go."
And who, pray tell, is the other full time person, you ask?
She is.
She let me go, because she wanted to have my paycheck. Pure and simple.
Yeah. Aint life a bitch.
Well, as I said on Facebook, Ces't la vie
COMMENTS
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Lullaby
05:15 Jun 26 2013
R.I.P, RedQueen. ;_;
MooniePie
05:21 Jun 26 2013
He did? That bald monkey lover! Curse him!
LadyPayne
05:22 Jun 26 2013
Creepy Fun,Admit it!!!
ChessMaster
13:36 Jun 26 2013
doom doom doom :p