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Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


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Tuesday, March 09, 2004
DYK

I've never been fired from a job before? True story.

Anyways, here's what went down. I was called on Friday night by Shawn wondering where I was. I told him at home. He said I was supposed to be in at five. I told him seven because that's what was on the schedule. He said no. The schedule he put out had me in at five, not seven. So I curse and wail and gnash my teeth and tell him I'll be out there soon.

45 minutes later (told y'all it was quite a drive) I race in and the other supervisor says he's got a paper for me to sign. Turns out it's a writeup and I have no choice but to sign it. So I'm pissed for the rest of the night. I talk to Britt and let him know my situation, but this has gotten out of hand and I know I'm done.

Which doesn't make for a happy day when you know you're going to be fired. I was kinda mean to a few people, and I should apologize for that.

Sunday I call his cell, but no answer. Today, I'm not up for more than five minutes and he calls my cell. I tell him that I felt that my schedule was OK since he usually doesn't make any big changes. He said that he doesn't finalize the schedule until he puts it on the clipboard. Until then, he's got the right to make any changes he sees fit.

But that wasn't all folks. Oh no. I also:

-Blew off a customer while I was talking on my cell (this is when I had my mini-interview with the editor from Longview.)

-Speeding in the garage (this from several security guards and some valets, which is crap because we've all sped in that thing. Anybody who says anything different is a goddamn liar.)

-Tripped an old lady.

-Took some candy away from a baby.

Obviously 3 and 4 didn't happen, but if he told me that, I wouldn't have been able to deny it.

"So, what would you do in my position? What would you do if you were me?" he said.

I didn't have an answer. I hate when people ask this question.

"I like working with you. Believe it or not, I really like working with you."

Awwwwwwww. I'm all warm and tingly inside.

So, he gave me the option: Tell him I quit, and I can play it off as if I put in my notice and I can use him on my resume. Or, get fired.

Not much to choose from there.

And that's it. He told me to turn in my uniform soon and that he'll miss working with me. "You're one of the more level-headed guys I had."

After 10 months, I am no longer parking cars for a living, and thank fucking God. No more driving out there, no more shitty cars, no more shitty people, no more shitty bands, NO MORE BINGO.

I had some fun times out there, but there was too much crap to deal with. Too many people who didn't want to handle issues the right way, instead of letting it slide and not dealing with it in a timely matter.

I've still got my resume circling around, and I'm sure I can find something for money if I have to.

But I do know one thing: No more of this minimum wage shit. I need to start working towards a career, and not just to get by. I want more out of this life, and I shouldn't have to settle for second best anymore.

So stay tuned, folks. This blog will be home to some interesting shit in the next few months.

Peace.


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