There are some things that I don't care about. There are other things that bother me but I can brush off in moments and keep moving. Then there are things that fucking piss me off that I refuse to let go of and make me want to fight to the death.
Managers bug me. You do your job, I'll do mine and we can all be happy and get things done. Micromanage me and we will have a problem. I will have attitude and you can fuck off. But accuse me of petty theft... we'll get to that.
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The last time I worked I informed my GM that I was pregnant, one of the managers that knew we were trying was there and I shared with her as well. Most of the store knows I'm pregnant.
One of the managers that I rather like(d), the same one that knew we were trying, one that I consider(ed) close to a friend, is leaving the store and transferring over to another store in the restaurant chain. I (was) sad to hear this and it (was) even more sad because she is being replaced with a manager I worked with before and really don't like!
I was talking to her about it and kind of teasing her, asking why would she leave us? She defensively said: "I wouldn't leave you guys if I didn't have to! You know I care about you all, I just can't do it here any more." Which I understood was for her sanity.
This restaurant is falling apart. It doesn't run smoothly. It's not managed properly. No one listens to the managers. There's no sense of team. People quit, walk out, or stop showing up every day. And the managers fire people at a whim, one mistake & you're out! The place is pretty crappy.
I've thought about quitting several times and really wanted to just walk out several times. From people not doing the jobs they were hired for, people not showing up at all or calling out everyday to shitty customers that think the world revolves around them. The place is not worth the stress but it pays.
Then next time I go into work, I'm ten minutes late because I fell asleep and really didn't feel like getting up for work. I get there and clock in, per-the-usual. I'm looking around at what needs to be done and wondering if the sections are set up yet when the GM comes over to me and asks me if I'm clocked in and if I'll go to the office. Now, she's told me several times before that I'm one of the best servers she's got and most everyone loves me at this store. So, I'm joking around with her asking if I'm "in trouble" with a little laugh. When we get to the office the manager that I was talking about above is in there and the GM closes the door. I joke again, "oh, wow! closing the door. I must be in big trouble!" Honestly thinking that I'm done nothing wrong and not having a clue what is going on.
The GM hands and asks me to sign this paper:
What the actual fuck?
Sitting in the office, coming to realize what is going on, starting to swell with emotion, I couldn't quite comprehend what exactly the page was saying after reading the word "termination" checked at the top of the page.
Talk about unprofessional: after I was given this paper and asked to sign it the phone rang and that took precedence over what was happening in the office.
They didn't have much to say to me except for the few phrases that they kept repeating: "This is the way it has to be." "This has to happen." The manager said that this was happening because she saw me do it. The GM wanted to know who else was doing it.
So what? I'm supposed to rat out my co-workers? I explained to them that when I was in training I was told by my trainer that I could take off the 10% discount if they left the money on the table. A little extra change in my pocket. I explained that because my trainer told me I could, I didn't think much of it, and I didn't think of it as stealing.
Straight to termination. No: "Hey, you can't do that." While I was in the act when it could be corrected because she was watching me do that. No understanding that, "Oh, she was trained that this was okay. So if I say it's not she'll stop." Nope. No compassion for the idea that I'm pregnant and have to afford a baby. No understanding on their part that I hadn't thought this was stealing when I was in the act. Just: sign the paper, leave, and never come back.
When I got home and had my wits more about me, I re-read the page and realized there are a few problems with it. I also thought of a few things I could have done differently.
First problem is that only one person left the money on the table that day, so I'm not sure how she saw me do it twice in that day? "And another," what other discount? When servers are on cash we can only give the senior 10% discount and coupons....? So what, I dug through the used coupons pile and found a coupon that could be used on this particular check? What a waste of time! Why the hell would I do that!?!?!
Well, the manager saw me do it... I could have said that she was lying. Been all like, no, I didn't do that. I don't know how she would have been able to prove she did see it. Then it would have been a case of he said, she said (so to speak.) BTW this is the same manager that is leaving the restaurant. The one that "cares so much for us." Yeah. I feel it.
I feel as though I'm too honest. If I just said: What are you talking about; I never did that? Then I would still be serving at that shit hole. Just kidding, I'd quit because they accused me of being a petty thief. That's offencive.
What if I didn't sign the paper? I don't agree what is written is one hundred percent true and I don't agree with the action that is being taken. What would they have done then? I wouldn't have stayed. You think I'm a petty thief? Fuck off! You're not worth it! I should have at least written in the "Associate response" section that I was told this was okay to do and that everyone does it. Then what? Would they fire my trainers and all the serving staff? You'd have to close down the restaurant.
Whatever.
Well... Now I have more time with my husband before the baby comes.
I will not be returning to serving positions if I can. Hopefully from here on out I will fully integrate myself into my husband's business, since I have so much time to figure out how and do so now.
Thanks a lot bitches!
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