Bitch'N'Whine about my former job

Whee! BadSnake mentioned me! This has been the highlight of my morning.

Now, back to the original matter at hand. I need coffee. God simply did not want me to sleep last night. I needed to be awake by 10 this morning, so I went to bed at the very reasonable hour of 2:30am. At 5am, my body decided to remind me that I had imbibed massive amounts of Ghetto-Cola before I went to sleep. Not a big problem there. I return and go back to sleep. At 7am, for whatever ungodly reason, my body decided that we had more than enough sleep. I grumble, roll over, and shut my window, thinking that maybe the 60-odd degree weather is to blame. I drift off again. Then, the blind on my window, encouraged by an exceptionally strong gust of wind, falls on me. I curse, shut the damn window, and pull the covers up over my head. It's not 8:15am. I finally begin to drift off, again, when my cell phone starts ringing. ARGH!! It was Matt calling to tell me that he got the job that he had applied for. I am now fully awake and grumpy. It's 9am.

Aaanyhow... I'm now sitting here, eating Andes' Candies and listening to MTV, which I believe is playing a Missy Elliot song. I don't know. I only sleep to MTV on Sundays, when Fox turns off at 1am.

What a life I lead... I still don't have a job. I'm looking, but no one is calling. I guess maybe the job market is bad or my former employer, The Irish Hell, is saying bad things about me. Not that it would surprise me.

I was hired, orginally, to work Tuesday through Friday, from 5:30 to 9:30. The job was pretty basic. Dust, straighten, clean glass, help customers. The pay was decent. It was an all around good job. Then, one day, my boss told me that the store wasn't making enough and that she needed to cut my hours from 18 to 10, but she would have more for me in the summer. I didn't quite understand that because, since only one person works at a time in the store, there were still the same number of hours.

I dealt with it. I didn't like it and thought it was a little fishy, but I dealt with it.

My boss, D., had been asking me to work Saturdays on occasion. She asked me in May if I could work June 2nd. I had told her no on several occasions; it was Dawn's bridal shower and I would be in Vermont. She asked me again on the Thursday before I left, and I again told her no. She ended up getting really pissed at me about it, but, well, I had told her in advance. I said I would be happy to work on any other Saturday, as long as she gave me decent notice. She said "Fine" and huffed off.

I get back and find a message on my machine that I don't need to come in on Tuesday. The store, which could not afford to give me the 18 hours I needed, had hired another girl and were training her, giving her 20-odd hours a week. I was pretty annoyed, but I needed the job and D. had told me that this girl was just going to be around in case someone called in.

On Friday, I went to pick up my cheque and am told that I am scheduled for Saturday. Um, no, no one asked me and I had plans. She says, fine then, we'll see you next Friday. On Thursday, she calls me and tells me that they can no longer work with my schedule and I am to return my keys today.

Excuse me? You cannot work with my schedule? In the time I worked at the Irish Hell, I had called in once, because I been in the hospital all night and was hooked up to a heart monitor, had been late maybe twice, and had asked for a week off for Dawn's wedding, which I had told D. when she hired me in February. And now, they're giving me bad references. Fuck you.

I hope you all get 'laid off' like I was, with no notice, and are forced to scrape by because you have no other real skills.

Anyhow, my mom is here and we are about to head out.