I know the title suggests that I want sympathy here, do not believe it. Getting fired was awesome.
So I had a second job at a restaurant, cooking. I worked Sauturday nights, Sunday mornings and Monday nights. About 15 hours a week, maybe 200 dollars every two weeks to blow on whatever.
The work was easy, as I have mastered everything there is to do in the kitchen and I had a lot of fun working there. Here is an example of the fun I had. There were stockings all around the restaurant with everyone's names on them. I searched for mine, and was suprised to find it was full of candy. While eating the candy, I wondered if someone got candy that didn't deserve it as much as me. I found just the stocking when I came across the one labeled 'Eric' and I procceded to take Eric's candy for myself. Not wanting to leave Eric with nothing on Christmas, I put a tampon in there, just so he'd get something.
So like I said, I had fun there. On to the part where I get fired.
So I assumed that if they wanted me to work on Christmas Eve, they would at least bother to call me and ask me if I was able to. This was a foolish assumption. I guess they knew I would say hell no. So, instead of calling, they just put me on the schedule for Christmas Eve. Sunday morning, 9am - second out.
I found out about it on Friday. I was a little mad, but since I normally work on Sundays, I wasn't too mad. I just decided that I would work until 2 like I normally do, and then leave for my Grandma's out in the country for family time. I announce my plans to leave at 2 as soon as I walk in the door. I brought everyone biscuits from Biscuitville and wished them a Merry Christmas. I even asked the Jew if she had a happy Hanukkah. Then I stole Eric's candy and left him a tampon. Normal day right?
Well there was a miscommunication when two o'clock rolled around and I clocked out to go home. No one seemed to grasp the concept of 'I am leaving' when asked what I was doing. So I left. We weren't busy, we closed in four hours and I wanted to spend time with my family.
I still got fired.
It takes a big man to fire someone on Christmas Eve for showing up to work. That's not quite an accurate summation of the events, but it sounds better. Also, can you really get fired for leaving a job? Isn't that quitting in every sense of the word?
For the record, this is the 3rd time I've worked at this restaurant, and I have a real job.
While working this job I've been working 7 days a week. This is since September, I only had a day off for Thanksgiving and now Christmas. So fired = awesome, because now I actually have two days off a week, until I start my next part time job.
So I had a second job at a restaurant, cooking. I worked Sauturday nights, Sunday mornings and Monday nights. About 15 hours a week, maybe 200 dollars every two weeks to blow on whatever.
The work was easy, as I have mastered everything there is to do in the kitchen and I had a lot of fun working there. Here is an example of the fun I had. There were stockings all around the restaurant with everyone's names on them. I searched for mine, and was suprised to find it was full of candy. While eating the candy, I wondered if someone got candy that didn't deserve it as much as me. I found just the stocking when I came across the one labeled 'Eric' and I procceded to take Eric's candy for myself. Not wanting to leave Eric with nothing on Christmas, I put a tampon in there, just so he'd get something.
So like I said, I had fun there. On to the part where I get fired.
So I assumed that if they wanted me to work on Christmas Eve, they would at least bother to call me and ask me if I was able to. This was a foolish assumption. I guess they knew I would say hell no. So, instead of calling, they just put me on the schedule for Christmas Eve. Sunday morning, 9am - second out.
I found out about it on Friday. I was a little mad, but since I normally work on Sundays, I wasn't too mad. I just decided that I would work until 2 like I normally do, and then leave for my Grandma's out in the country for family time. I announce my plans to leave at 2 as soon as I walk in the door. I brought everyone biscuits from Biscuitville and wished them a Merry Christmas. I even asked the Jew if she had a happy Hanukkah. Then I stole Eric's candy and left him a tampon. Normal day right?
Well there was a miscommunication when two o'clock rolled around and I clocked out to go home. No one seemed to grasp the concept of 'I am leaving' when asked what I was doing. So I left. We weren't busy, we closed in four hours and I wanted to spend time with my family.
I still got fired.
It takes a big man to fire someone on Christmas Eve for showing up to work. That's not quite an accurate summation of the events, but it sounds better. Also, can you really get fired for leaving a job? Isn't that quitting in every sense of the word?
For the record, this is the 3rd time I've worked at this restaurant, and I have a real job.
While working this job I've been working 7 days a week. This is since September, I only had a day off for Thanksgiving and now Christmas. So fired = awesome, because now I actually have two days off a week, until I start my next part time job.
maybe i should try it 
