You always find an escape just running away from all of the ones who love you
It's been an eventful couple of days. I applied to the brand spankin' new R*e*d L*o*b*s*t*e*r they built here, and I was hired virtually on the spot Friday. I went to the orientation the next morning, decided I wanted to stick with them, and gave my notice to my current job. Mark and I sat in the office and he asked why I was leaving, and I told him that I didn't like the way Jimmy treated me or other employees nor did I appreciate his blatantly obvious favoritism. Mark was taken aback, to say the least, but he said he'd miss me and I was still welcome to come back and eat (or work) at the restaurant. It was weird when I was leaving; I almost choked up. I know I'm leaving for the right reasons, but other than Jimmy and creepy dishwasher Frankie, I'm really going to miss all of them. My last available day to work there is October 10, so I'm sure it'll really hit me on my way home.
Anyway, NEW JOB! The coworkers that I've met have been really nice, although I've literally met like one-sixth of them. There are 120 total employees in the entire restaurant. (That's about double the size of where I just came from.) We have this whole seminar week before the restaurant actually opens on the 18th, and all of my seminars start at the asscrack of dawn. It's going to be rough. The orientation we had on Saturday lasted FOREVER and contributed to Alex and me leaving late for the beach.
Still, we eventually made it, and the girl at the desk almost refused us for being under 21. (Keep in mind that they let us have a room back in June when we were 18 and 19. I was going to flip a shit if they turned us away.) She let us check in anyway because we didn't "look like trouble makers." Obviously, the only reason to get a hotel room at the beach is to get drunk and trash it. Ugh.
It was good to get away, though. Alex and I spent some quality time together, and we both needed the break. Plus, we brought home fudge. You can't say it was a bad trip if you brought home fudge. :D
My car is still broken. I tried making an appointment but the dealer will neither call nor email me, so I am taking it elsewhere. The fuckers. All I want is for my car to work again!
Anyway, NEW JOB! The coworkers that I've met have been really nice, although I've literally met like one-sixth of them. There are 120 total employees in the entire restaurant. (That's about double the size of where I just came from.) We have this whole seminar week before the restaurant actually opens on the 18th, and all of my seminars start at the asscrack of dawn. It's going to be rough. The orientation we had on Saturday lasted FOREVER and contributed to Alex and me leaving late for the beach.
Still, we eventually made it, and the girl at the desk almost refused us for being under 21. (Keep in mind that they let us have a room back in June when we were 18 and 19. I was going to flip a shit if they turned us away.) She let us check in anyway because we didn't "look like trouble makers." Obviously, the only reason to get a hotel room at the beach is to get drunk and trash it. Ugh.
It was good to get away, though. Alex and I spent some quality time together, and we both needed the break. Plus, we brought home fudge. You can't say it was a bad trip if you brought home fudge. :D
My car is still broken. I tried making an appointment but the dealer will neither call nor email me, so I am taking it elsewhere. The fuckers. All I want is for my car to work again!