West Hollywood Employment
Amidst the chaos of my life currently, I have neglected blogging. I love blogging.
So here’s what’s new: I got a killer job and was in training for a week. They offered to pay me exactly what I asked for. It was a restaurant. I immediately was happy there. I learned so much, including almost the entire menu. I did a tea tasting with the owner and his wife, ancient Chinese style, being intrigued by the art and balancing of tea. I loved my job. Except I did notice the extremely nice manager that hired me was being incredibly rude to me, strict, and almost threatening my job there at every chance he had! Another manager, never smiled at me but once or twice. She was sloppy, came to work as if she’d rolled out of bed and done nothing with herself. Of course I am the opposite. I care very much about my appearance. I do my hair daily, wear a decent amount of cosmetics, never too heavy, and try to dress my best despite my lack of funds. She literally seemed to loathe me for no reason but the obvious, I am not lazy and (not to be vain at all) jealous, because no matter where I am, I am complimented most times on my appearance.
Keep in mind, I worked as hard as I could, one owner and his wife, another owner, the restaurants famous chef, my co-workers and regular customers liked me very much. I could tell! I was never late. Right on time once and 15-30 minutes early all the other days. I do not have a car and was walking to work as well. So the other day, I am dressed in black Gap ‘extra skinny’ pants (so comfortable for work), my gorgeous little white collared shirt from Tokyo made by She Loves Suits (the only business shirt I own actually :/) and my shoes, and the two owners that had seemed to be against me for no reason at all and that I could sense the negative from them daily, were waiting outside for me. It’s summer okay? It’s hot. They gave me no warning call. I could have been wearing my jean shorts and Jessica Simpson sandals (LOVE), but NO. I am fully prepared to work, 15 minutes early. They’re waiting outside and just before I am about to enter the restaurant they call me over. The sloppy woman manager says nothing the entire time. She finally forces a smile and just stares at me. The fake asshole, gives me no explanation at all, has my check in hand for the ONE week that I put full hard effort into, and tells me they’re ‘going to HAVE to let me go’ as if I was some HUGE burden. Busing tables, running food, seating, refilling drinks, perfect to-go orders, no mistakes called in…
So I recall reading the “Basic Policy”, the “Dismissal” policy and so on, and simply ask one question: “So you’re not even going to follow a warning procedure?”
“Excuse me?” he says with a fake smile.
I then have to repeat myself, and he again with the fake smile, and a “No. It’s just not the right fit.” with a look in his eyes as if he himself has no idea what the policy entails. The shithead never even read the employee handbook, how the hell is he a manager? This comes as no surprise to me. I take my check and my dignity out of the chair, excusing myself with a “Have a nice day.” As I walk away, I am clenching my clock-in card (which was a threat to be sent home the day before and $10.00 fine to replace it, despite having no money at all, and had just accidentally left it at home). I wait for the right moment to throw that card gently into the street while my back is still in their sight. I hope they choke on some stupid sandwich that only can be made with the one type of mayo they use, some ridiculous pepper vegenaise. That’s right folks. There is no real mayonnaise to be found in the facility. Don’t know why I threw that in there but I did. Regardless, I didn’t deserve that and the one last female hostess they just hired after me, will be a choppy-hair, no make-up type of girl, with absolutely no taste in clothing, representing the ‘face’ of the restaurant. I think sloppy liked her better because she didn’t feel threatened.
No matter how broke I am,I will always reach for a successful, fashionable, and smart wardrobe. My summer ‘just let go and be cool’ outfits will accompany my hair neatly done, light make-up and sunscreen!
With my new free time, I can write music with my lovey, paint on a couple new canvas’, and try to find a better place where I ‘fit’, or how about a place where people appreciate the dedication and time I spend to learn and promote their product. I’m full of hope and believe in us.