So after crashing my dad’s truck, spending my whole check and losing out on a weekend with my son I figured the worst of it was over. I made tentative plans with my baby’s mother to see him on Tuesday. The Seahawks beat Brett Favre’s Jets. It was a good week.
Then came today.
I woke up this morning to Nolan’s mother calling me and telling me that she isn’t going to make it today. I turn on the TV and see that my roommate still hasn’t paid the cable bill (thus explaining my lack of posts). I look in the fridge and see that my roommate also ate my last frozen pizza. This was all small things that pissed me off. What would happen next could ruin my entire month. Christmas? That’s already screwed. After the towing incident nobody is getting anything.
I went into my serving job and was called into the office. I had absolutely no idea why. As it turned out on Friday I was really busy and a table complained. I remember this at the time, I was very busy and I had checked on them a couple of times but not enough. They ended up complaining. Their main complaint was that the food was bad. They asked me some questions about this and I answered them honestly because I didn’t see a reason not to. It was no big deal to me, these things happen at a restaurant. You can’t please everyone all the time. Then comes a second ticket, this one with an email. Same complaint, that I didn’t check on them enough and that there food was bad. For this one I remember being right on top of everything with them, until the previous table happened. Again, I said that was how it happened and I was just busy. It wasn’t because I did it on purpose. The manager asked me if I liked my job, which I think was a terrible question. I am pretty much the only one there who is always in a good mood, never complains, always offers to help people, etc. I don’t think I deserve to even be in this room right now. I should get the benefit of the doubt because of my work history, but apparently that’s not how it works. I say that yes I do and find out that I am being written up. The manager asks me how I feel about that and I say I think it’s pretty stupid, but it is what it is. (Why stop telling the truth now?)
Before I can sign it the manager tells me that because this is my fourth writeup since July, I will be suspended. For a month. Seriously. At this point I refuse to sign and want to talk to one of the higher up bosses, but of course, they aren’t there. I’m told I can’t work tonight and sent home. Just what I needed. So here we are 12/23. No money, maybe no job, the Yankees outdid themselves and I won’t see my son til next year. Things aren’t going exactly as planned, but you know what?
I’ll be fine.
