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So I was at work yesterday and I asked Liam if I was annoying him:
"No you're not annoying me...you just stand around and don't do what you're supposed to." And then he wrote my name down in a manger's book. I THOUGHT he was getting ready to write me up. He walked out fo the room and as soon as he left I LOST it. I started sobbing and was unable to stop not matter what I did. I was doing dishes and I was standing there gasping and choking on sob after sob because I was so upset. I LOVE this job and I was SO worried that I would get fired-because my manager has told me more than once that people think I'm not doing my job.
I don't think any of them realise I'm still in training. They ask me to make a cappucino and I just stand there, staring at the barista machine. I don't know HOW. No one has stood around and showed me how. I barely know how to stock the goddamn pastry case. I started this job and I was sort of just shoved into it and expected to know what to do. They tell me I'm a pre-closer and I have no idea what the fuck that is.
I'm not trying to get out of working. I WANT to work, I enjoy this job. I just need someone to come up to me at the beginning of my shift and give me a list of what to do and THEN I can figure it out on my own.
And I just can't make drinks yet. I'm sorry. It won't happen.
My only qualm with work is that there's this one girl who seems to be stuck in the 'I'm a fifteen year old girl who is dark inside and I wear all black and cut myself to stop the pain"...the girl has daggers tattooed on her wrists...O_o And she's old enough to be married. And Merry you might like S-- but I just...don't. Her husband looks like some 14 year olf goth boy. Sigh.
And she's bitchy. I don't like bitches...unless they're me...yeah.
And I don't hate her I just...would rather not work with her.
Keep that on the DL Merideth *snickers* I can't believe they call you Merideth. ;)
"No you're not annoying me...you just stand around and don't do what you're supposed to." And then he wrote my name down in a manger's book. I THOUGHT he was getting ready to write me up. He walked out fo the room and as soon as he left I LOST it. I started sobbing and was unable to stop not matter what I did. I was doing dishes and I was standing there gasping and choking on sob after sob because I was so upset. I LOVE this job and I was SO worried that I would get fired-because my manager has told me more than once that people think I'm not doing my job.
I don't think any of them realise I'm still in training. They ask me to make a cappucino and I just stand there, staring at the barista machine. I don't know HOW. No one has stood around and showed me how. I barely know how to stock the goddamn pastry case. I started this job and I was sort of just shoved into it and expected to know what to do. They tell me I'm a pre-closer and I have no idea what the fuck that is.
I'm not trying to get out of working. I WANT to work, I enjoy this job. I just need someone to come up to me at the beginning of my shift and give me a list of what to do and THEN I can figure it out on my own.
And I just can't make drinks yet. I'm sorry. It won't happen.
My only qualm with work is that there's this one girl who seems to be stuck in the 'I'm a fifteen year old girl who is dark inside and I wear all black and cut myself to stop the pain"...the girl has daggers tattooed on her wrists...O_o And she's old enough to be married. And Merry you might like S-- but I just...don't. Her husband looks like some 14 year olf goth boy. Sigh.
And she's bitchy. I don't like bitches...unless they're me...yeah.
And I don't hate her I just...would rather not work with her.
Keep that on the DL Merideth *snickers* I can't believe they call you Merideth. ;)