Unemployment.
I've been having a rough run-in with employment latlely.
In the past 3 months, I've had 4 different waitressing jobs.
Round 1:
Michaels Kitchen on Groesbeck + 15.
I came into work one day and there were 3 too many girls and
the ownder sent me home with my 1st weeks pay. When I asked him
what day I was working next, he told me to give him a call the next day.
Then when I called he said "I give you call when I see if this other girl
works out, okay Jessy?".
So I show up a week later to collect my 2nd weeks pay and he hands me the 50$
and says "Where were you, I tried calling". He was full of shit.
Round 2:
Three Star Coney Island (within walking distance of my house).
This place looked promising to me. It was just around the corner,
I could drop Anthony off at Natalie and Kyles place and I could
finally work mornings somewhere and get my schedule going right for once.
Well... He hired me on the spot, trusted me within less that a week of
knowing me to drive his car here and there to get things for him...
Then one day I get ear that his head waitress was coming back from taking
3 weeks off. I work Wednesday that week, Then he tells me to call him Friday.
I call him and he says "I don't need you this week, I'm all full up."
Not to mention he was saying shit at work to me in his native language "Albanian".
Saying things that included the word "CARI" which means "DICK".
What a cock sucking boater.
Round 3:
Fritzs Pub in Mt. Clemens.
Hired on a Thursday, Start on a friday. Was appraised higher than the other girls
that worked with me by the managers, cooks, bartenders, and even coustomers.
Made 150$.
Saturday, Came in at 3:30.... There was the bartender, the cook, the bouncer, and myself.
3 other tables currently sitting there getting drunk and a party of "40" pulls up in a
grey hound bus. I ran my ass off.
At 6, the manager tells me I might be able to go home at 12:30 -1. YAY!
12:30 comes around and I'm ready. He gives me the go, and I go...
Monday... Call for schedule. Am told I am no longer on the schedule due to complaints. I ask what complaints and told the manager that I had no idea what I might have done wrong and that I thought
that I did a great job (which i did), and he tells me "he has no idea of who said it, or what was done or said" , just that I had "rubbed" someone the wrong way.
Okay whatever... Today. Add in the paper for waitresses at frits pub. I think they were intimidated that I could run my ass off. And I was great at it.
Round 4:
Travis on Jefferson and Crocker.
Worked 2 days, the second day I was so fucking ill that I could of slit my wrists and let my self bleed to death. Severe indigestion, Massive diahrea, Bloating, cannot eat or drink. Stomach constantly bubbling like something was alive inside. MAssive cramping, vomiting, etc. On top of it, I started my period...
Got there at 3:15, 7 oclock I informed the bitch that I was sick, very sick. She tells me that If i leave I won't be coming back.
So because I needed to job, I stuck it out another hour and a half till 8:30, then I tell her that I have to leave because I had already puked. She told me to go home but that i was not "coming back". So I said fuck you, your not worth this. and I left.
On the up and up I have had high self esteem lately. Wow, what a new pair of pants, shirt and acrylic nails can do for a girl. I just needed this spoiling. Having a bad year so far, and last year was worse. It can either get better or worse from here.
Lets flip a coin. Heads says it gets worse, tails better.
Some times I come to ask myself what I am doing wrong. Am I a bad person, do people hate me? What vibes do I give off? Am I ugly or unattractive and disgusting?
In the past 3 months, I've had 4 different waitressing jobs.
Round 1:
Michaels Kitchen on Groesbeck + 15.
I came into work one day and there were 3 too many girls and
the ownder sent me home with my 1st weeks pay. When I asked him
what day I was working next, he told me to give him a call the next day.
Then when I called he said "I give you call when I see if this other girl
works out, okay Jessy?".
So I show up a week later to collect my 2nd weeks pay and he hands me the 50$
and says "Where were you, I tried calling". He was full of shit.
Round 2:
Three Star Coney Island (within walking distance of my house).
This place looked promising to me. It was just around the corner,
I could drop Anthony off at Natalie and Kyles place and I could
finally work mornings somewhere and get my schedule going right for once.
Well... He hired me on the spot, trusted me within less that a week of
knowing me to drive his car here and there to get things for him...
Then one day I get ear that his head waitress was coming back from taking
3 weeks off. I work Wednesday that week, Then he tells me to call him Friday.
I call him and he says "I don't need you this week, I'm all full up."
Not to mention he was saying shit at work to me in his native language "Albanian".
Saying things that included the word "CARI" which means "DICK".
What a cock sucking boater.
Round 3:
Fritzs Pub in Mt. Clemens.
Hired on a Thursday, Start on a friday. Was appraised higher than the other girls
that worked with me by the managers, cooks, bartenders, and even coustomers.
Made 150$.
Saturday, Came in at 3:30.... There was the bartender, the cook, the bouncer, and myself.
3 other tables currently sitting there getting drunk and a party of "40" pulls up in a
grey hound bus. I ran my ass off.
At 6, the manager tells me I might be able to go home at 12:30 -1. YAY!
12:30 comes around and I'm ready. He gives me the go, and I go...
Monday... Call for schedule. Am told I am no longer on the schedule due to complaints. I ask what complaints and told the manager that I had no idea what I might have done wrong and that I thought
that I did a great job (which i did), and he tells me "he has no idea of who said it, or what was done or said" , just that I had "rubbed" someone the wrong way.
Okay whatever... Today. Add in the paper for waitresses at frits pub. I think they were intimidated that I could run my ass off. And I was great at it.
Round 4:
Travis on Jefferson and Crocker.
Worked 2 days, the second day I was so fucking ill that I could of slit my wrists and let my self bleed to death. Severe indigestion, Massive diahrea, Bloating, cannot eat or drink. Stomach constantly bubbling like something was alive inside. MAssive cramping, vomiting, etc. On top of it, I started my period...
Got there at 3:15, 7 oclock I informed the bitch that I was sick, very sick. She tells me that If i leave I won't be coming back.
So because I needed to job, I stuck it out another hour and a half till 8:30, then I tell her that I have to leave because I had already puked. She told me to go home but that i was not "coming back". So I said fuck you, your not worth this. and I left.
On the up and up I have had high self esteem lately. Wow, what a new pair of pants, shirt and acrylic nails can do for a girl. I just needed this spoiling. Having a bad year so far, and last year was worse. It can either get better or worse from here.
Lets flip a coin. Heads says it gets worse, tails better.
Some times I come to ask myself what I am doing wrong. Am I a bad person, do people hate me? What vibes do I give off? Am I ugly or unattractive and disgusting?