Oh, late post Fridays.
Most of you readers are probably working hard to get some shit done tonight. Friday and Saturday are our money making nights, I know. I don’t know if I’m just getting tired of the industry or the long hours but I have a story to share with everyone today.
I got fired for the very first time today.
I’ve “officially” worked in four restaurants/bars. I recently acquired a job back in February of this year that I’ve been a regular at for a few years. The general manager who hired me was a bartender I had wooed with big tips and frequented for about two years. Over time, like any other regular, we became friends and chit chatted for a long while.
A couple years passed before I eventually became a regular/bartender at said establishment. It is located in midtown, the heart of where I wanted to be. I’ve craved a job in midtown for the few years I’ve been old enough to work there. I love the atmosphere, the people and the energy that is surrounded by it.
When I got the job, I was beyond excited. I was only granted a couple of shifts, but didn’t really feel upset. I was excited to have a job in the midtown area, period. Let alone at my favorite bar.
So a couple months went by and I still loved it. I love people (I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes according to this blog) and midtown brought on an array of interesting people. From bad to good, I met them all. We’ll call them characters, but they’re really just some of the best and worst people I’ve ever met.
It had recently come about that a couple of our employees had been let go and (of course) we needed some extra shifts covered. Of course, I jumped on this opportunity. I quit my one of my jobs (I have recently had three jobs) just to jump on it. Extra money is never something to complain about.
I covered a couple of needed shifts feeling on fire about it. I took my “main” job down to just a couple days. This was my chance to “get in.”
And then I got fired.
The reason is still kind of fuzzy. I work my ass off to make money and I know I do a good job. I have a multiple jobs because I love a full agenda.
But I’m still flabbergasted, readers.
What do I do?
