Welcome to Drama City--Population: 2
I found out last night that my sister's husband Jeremiah was fired from stocking shelves at the Hy-Vee grocery store. He outlasted my sister at this employer by a month, I think. She had been working in the deli and got canned for missing work around the same time that Jeremiah had her arrested for bloodying his nose (oh no, he di'int!).
What? Did I actually not tell that story?
Hmm. I don't think I did. Well, the gist of it is that they were fighting like usual, and she popped him one but not before she called the cops on him. When they arrived, Jeremiah must have been bloody and looked like the victim, so they hauled her ass off to jail. She later had the charges reduced from "assault" to an ordinance violation for "fighting" because she was able to cite all the times that the police have been called to break up all the fights in which he was the primary aggressor.
But this drama made her miss work, and they fired her. Jeremiah might have also tipped them off that she was in the slammer, so Hy-Vee wasn't left thinking that she'd simply forgotten.
Anyway, Hy-Vee had wanted to fire Jeremiah for a long while--I know this because my parents are well acquainted with one of the higher-ups. But Jeremiah told them that if he were fired, he'd sue their asses for a supervisor calling him a "lazy jerkoff," which, apparently, is a no-no. This kept them in check, until Jeremiah made a sexual/sexist joke/comment, someone complained, and it was considered suitable grounds for firing him. I guess.
Now my sister and her husband are both unemployed, unless you count her vitamin-selling position, which I don't.
He has an interview for a welding job--welding being a skill he picked up in prison. It's the same employer for whom he was working when he was busted by the cops two years ago when he was leaving work. So, you know, he's more or less got a foot in the door there. And with her on the fast track to $1000 commissions, I think things are already looking up for these starry-eyed kids.
What? Did I actually not tell that story?
Hmm. I don't think I did. Well, the gist of it is that they were fighting like usual, and she popped him one but not before she called the cops on him. When they arrived, Jeremiah must have been bloody and looked like the victim, so they hauled her ass off to jail. She later had the charges reduced from "assault" to an ordinance violation for "fighting" because she was able to cite all the times that the police have been called to break up all the fights in which he was the primary aggressor.
But this drama made her miss work, and they fired her. Jeremiah might have also tipped them off that she was in the slammer, so Hy-Vee wasn't left thinking that she'd simply forgotten.
Anyway, Hy-Vee had wanted to fire Jeremiah for a long while--I know this because my parents are well acquainted with one of the higher-ups. But Jeremiah told them that if he were fired, he'd sue their asses for a supervisor calling him a "lazy jerkoff," which, apparently, is a no-no. This kept them in check, until Jeremiah made a sexual/sexist joke/comment, someone complained, and it was considered suitable grounds for firing him. I guess.
Now my sister and her husband are both unemployed, unless you count her vitamin-selling position, which I don't.
He has an interview for a welding job--welding being a skill he picked up in prison. It's the same employer for whom he was working when he was busted by the cops two years ago when he was leaving work. So, you know, he's more or less got a foot in the door there. And with her on the fast track to $1000 commissions, I think things are already looking up for these starry-eyed kids.