For blogging…. regardless of the lame canned excuse I was given, what it boils down to is that the Cunt I’ve had to work under for the past two years played her trump card. She’s known about my blog since I started- and I’ve had to sit on my hands and bite my tongue.
Blah, blah, blah… type, type, type… guess who’s hands are free and whose mouth is open?
Not a good thing when you’re running a business in a glass house.
If they were going to fire everyone that hated her, they’d have to restaff the entire restaurant.
“She’s like the mother of this place” was the line I got.
No. She’s the red-headed step-child we all had crammed down our throats while making a 5th of what she makes an hour. Ever heard of someone making manager wages, writing the schedule, working the best shifts and smoking a half a pack of cigarettes on every 4 hour shift?
I know one.
I called in sick once in 2 years and she had to cover for me on her day off. She had the balls to tell the customers I was sick with a hangover. They told me, saying “She’s such a bitch, why on earth does she work here?”
One time in two years I told her I was in the weeds and she flipped out. I’ve never said it since because she’s hostile and will throw something in your face so many times you want to snap.
She’s the server that makes the bussers cry on shift. People complain about her online and to the rest of us.
She’s a walking criticizing hypocritical nightmare- one that I woke up from today and finally realize what a blessing in disguise this is.
I never have to listen to her bullshit again. I never have to acknowledge her ever again and I can wash my hands of the worst human I’ve ever met. I never have to dread walking in to find that she’s covering someone I work with, and I never have to give up shifts to avoid having to work with her again.
I wake up my same self, with a happy heart and a bright future.
She wakes up as Miss Cunt Bag- yet again. She’s facing the same day she’s faced for years. Lonely & alone and destined to stay that way because it’d take a damn fool to sign on to that nightmare.
All in all- I’ll miss my job because I truly liked one of my bosses and all the rest of my co-workers. They’re like an extended family to me…. but.
I’m a single mom, and they fired me without a seconds notice at the first of the month and with no regard to me, based on the fact I didn’t apologize and didn’t take down my blog.
They ushered me in and out with as few words as possible and I saw the writing on the wall…
They’re scared of me. It has everything to do with my blog and nothing to do with my performance- with the text messages to prove it.
This audience is too broad and what I say here- counts. They could silence me and make me endure all the torment that Cunt can dish out while I was working- but they can’t take my freedom of speech away.
Or freedom to blog.
And like I say with any guy I’ve dated- and about the real assholes in my life… if you’re afraid of my blog then you know you’re doing a shitty job.
If you’re afraid of truth, you’re not living it… and if you’re afraid of what I might say? Perhaps you should be more concerned with how you treat people.
When you’re kind and friendly- that’s all people can say about you. The same is true when you’re an asshole.
It’s going to be an interesting day, to say the least. I’ve never filed for unemployment before- I’ve never been fired for that matter.
Cheers… to the future and to never having to take a single ounce of shit from that wretched Cunt, ever again.