Unemployed
They're closing the restaurant I work at on May 31st, 2009. We found out on the 19th which means we had...twelve days warning.
Nice...we give them two weeks notice and they can't bother to do the same.
I'm kind of at a loss at what to do now. I mean, I'm 26 so it's not that bad compared to being 56 or having kids or whatever to provide for...I could do anything and yet...
(sighs)
We do the minimum amount of work now. I said it's like the end of school and a coworker agreed that it was like senior year. You remember when you'd already taken all your exams but you still had like a week of bullshit before you could leave? On Buffy, they showed that by having them play Hang-Man in class.
Well, that's what it's like, twelve days of bullshit where we're still getting paid, we're still having to make food for customers...but what's the point in doing anything extra? After all, what are they going to do...fire us?
You can't get fired twice. Then, to make mattters worse, they had this woman from Texas come and complain about everything we did wrong on the morning shift yesterday...and rubbing it in that she was a Katrina survivor like between her restaurant doing so much better than ours and losing her house in Katrina...that made her better than us?
Geez, just leave us alone to mourn in peace. Because you always say that you'll keep in touch, you exchange numbers, maybe add them on Facebook or Myspace, but except for a handful...you might never see them again.
At least, we're going to have a bonfire on the 31st. We're going to burn all those orange shirts they made us wear...Autumn wants to burn her apron, but that could be handy. It happens to be the same day as the actual high school graduation for the county. Yep, they're having commencement on a Sunday. Between that and it being the second ceremony in a row that's NOT EVEN IN OUR COUNTY (they're having it at the SunDome), I don't know what's going through those planners' heads.
Well, I got a few months to look for a good job before I have to settle for a crappy one.
(fingers crossed) Please no more food service. Please no more food service. (fingers crossed)
Nice...we give them two weeks notice and they can't bother to do the same.
I'm kind of at a loss at what to do now. I mean, I'm 26 so it's not that bad compared to being 56 or having kids or whatever to provide for...I could do anything and yet...
(sighs)
We do the minimum amount of work now. I said it's like the end of school and a coworker agreed that it was like senior year. You remember when you'd already taken all your exams but you still had like a week of bullshit before you could leave? On Buffy, they showed that by having them play Hang-Man in class.
Well, that's what it's like, twelve days of bullshit where we're still getting paid, we're still having to make food for customers...but what's the point in doing anything extra? After all, what are they going to do...fire us?
You can't get fired twice. Then, to make mattters worse, they had this woman from Texas come and complain about everything we did wrong on the morning shift yesterday...and rubbing it in that she was a Katrina survivor like between her restaurant doing so much better than ours and losing her house in Katrina...that made her better than us?
Geez, just leave us alone to mourn in peace. Because you always say that you'll keep in touch, you exchange numbers, maybe add them on Facebook or Myspace, but except for a handful...you might never see them again.
At least, we're going to have a bonfire on the 31st. We're going to burn all those orange shirts they made us wear...Autumn wants to burn her apron, but that could be handy. It happens to be the same day as the actual high school graduation for the county. Yep, they're having commencement on a Sunday. Between that and it being the second ceremony in a row that's NOT EVEN IN OUR COUNTY (they're having it at the SunDome), I don't know what's going through those planners' heads.
Well, I got a few months to look for a good job before I have to settle for a crappy one.
(fingers crossed) Please no more food service. Please no more food service. (fingers crossed)