To any other person in the world, the last few days would've seemed like a living nightmare and somewhere down the street from hell. But, I'm trying to see it as something funny.
I went to go see Ironman three with my dad on Friday evening, but I was pretty hungry. My work was right next to the theater so thought we could grab a couple of appetizers and head to the movie, sounds normal right? Remembering it was Friday night at a popular busy food place, my dad suggested we eat at the bar. Well, apparently there's a policy at my work stating that employees cannot sit at the bar, like at all! Mind you, I hadn't even worked that day at all, wasn't in uniform, wasn't even drinking an alcoholic beverage (I'm not old enough, duh.) so we're thinking it should be okay, I mean we were reassured by another waitress.
Sunday, I come to work, just in a bad mood from not hearing from my boyfriend due to my and his busy-ness. And I had just gotten roasted the night before, the event itself had brought upon some old wounds and a friend dropping fresh hot wax on my face. So, I get to leave work early, THANK GOD. Seriously needed it. Doing about some work while I'm there and then I'm called into the office. Dun dun DUN. I am signing yet ANOTHER warning notice, stating if I sit at the bar another time that I will be written up.
This is not the first, nor even the second time I have signed a warning notice. The first one I signed was based off the fact of my first day of being a waitress on my own with tables I was unprepared for, needless to say I had been overwhelmed. Then to find out that I wasn't even supposed to be assigned to those tables.
The second time I had to sign a different warning notice, stating if I was to receive any other customer complaints within the next 30 days that I was either demoted to hostess or I was to be terminated. I had only gotten one customer complaint that day, which wasn't even my fault, it was the kitchen's fault, I had done my required job. In turn I had to refund the customers to go meal OUT OF MY OWN POCKET.
So, as you can probably tell from now I had just about had the last straw.
I was trying to see if maybe I could go see my man to help me feel better. He was busy. Crying on the way home, I turned into my neighborhood past a cop. I'm not sure why, but I had a feeling that he was going to pull me over for something. Sure enough. He turned out of the neighborhood and right back in, turned on his lights and I just gave up by that point.
My inspection sticker was expired. So, I made an appointment to get that done well, today. Decided to kill some birds with one stone and took care of a check up and oil change. There's something wrong with my tire monitor. I end up spending almost $300 on my car.
Then what I thought was peanut butter and celery sticks at lunch...was not peanut butter. I don't know what it was but it was absolutely horrible. Trying to make healthier decisions and this is what I get??
Then came my fourth period class, vented all this to a friend and complained about how he wouldn't like seeing me, my guy, like this and I'd be a bother of some sort. Finally making it to the class where I see him, he comforted me and asked me what was wrong. No guy has ever cared that much besides my father of course. I feel like a very lucky girl.
Picked up my car. Did some chores. Took care of my mommy. Put a puzzle together with my brother. And here I am. Still in one piece.
Thank God. :)
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