I quit my job at Greatimes on Sunday....I couldn't take anymore....
The games got old...
Mary had been telling Ryan to do the dishes all morning and he never did them.
Well, she told me to do them about 3:15 so it had been about 3 hours that he hadn't done them.....
So i went back and started to do them....
She came back there and got in my face and said if you have a problem with me you need to tell me.
I said I don't have a problem, I'm doing my job and I don't need to say anything that's my choice.
I finished the dishes and went up front, helped a customer, collected the trash, and started sweeping the floor.
she came over and told me when daniel got off his break i could clock out and go home and then told me to go in the back and said "You may say you don't have an attitude but I can see it on your face and You need to lose it."
And then I really don't remember what she said but I snapped.
I yelled, "IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU AREN'T FUCKING MY DAD! I'M NOT KISSING YOUR ASS ANYMORE!"
and she told me to clock out sayin it's not her fault that we were all jealous of Ryan.
(My boss is dating Ryan's dad if you haven't caught that much thus far)
After I clocked out and walked out the back door she yelled "And You're fired"
and I yelled back "I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!!!"
and then i threw my hat across the parking lot, walked to get it, and went and sat at the gas station and called my dad to come get me....
I'm really disappointed. I loved that job....but I'm also so relieved because that was just too much drama to bear.
(Mary told me today that she didn't fire me until I cursed her out outside, which is funny because I never cursed her out and I didn't curse at her until she told me I was fired...)
***Searching for a new job tomorrow-Wish me luck***
***On a good note, finally got the tattoo I've been designing for about 3 months. 4 hours, a crazy puerto rican, 8 colors, and waaaaaay too much standing= a completely amazing tatto that I adore***