Hi Interwebs,

I’m sorry if today’s post is going to be a downer, apart from the fact that I have 2 assignments due tomorrow I also have other sad news… I got fired…again. Yes my internet friends, after finding another job at Meat Maiden I was politely “let go” today. Now you probably think that this is going to be a long angry rant about how I was all right and it was all their fault, well you’re wrong. I mean, I’m not happy that I was fired, but I see why they did it. Apparently I got some bad feedback from my first shift and on top of that this was their opening night, so if I had been working for a place that wasn’t new then I probably would have gotten away with it but because the place was just opening they couldn’t afford to gain poor reviews on customer service. So I couldn’t have been unreasonable and had a good yelling fest about how I didn’t even know what the role of runner (the role I was in on the night) was suppose to do other than give people food. Monday (opening night) was a messy progress, and it was partially my fault, and even then when I wanted to scream at them that I was just inexperienced I just kinda… stopped. I just asked if there was anyway I could keep my job and when my manager said no I told her that I understood where she was coming from, had a mini-cry, a rant about how difficult it was finding a job in the first place, all whilst she politely listened and told me it was okay. How could I get angry at someone like that?? 

The answer is I couldn’t, no matter how much my parents told me that I should have asked more questions, been ruder, been angrier. I’d been so disappointed in myself for receiving bad feedback that I just wanted to go home and have a little moment with myself. Which I am having now and did have when I got home, mum was asking a lot of questions, most of which I didn’t want to answer, I talked to some friends and… well… I am feeling better but that doesn’t lessen the sting of my pride.

Let me get something straight, I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, before uni and during highschool (apart from school work itself) I was married to my job(s) (I had more than one) or at least the idea of working. I was always the friend that worked the most, and even when my shifts lessened to once per week I was always adamant on finding one that would fit perfectly with my schedule. So when uni rolled around and I found myself in the city, I thought that this would be the chance for me to find a job out of fast-food and into a more sophisticated place. But then I was fired from the first job and now my second, and all of a sudden I find myself rather alone and empty. Which sounds stupid because it’s just a job and it’s such a small part of my life and maybe it’s time to give up on hospitality and start finding jobs that don’t require me to put away dishes. But I do feel alone, and most of all I feel like I’ve lost a part of me whenever I’m out of a job, that and I hate job hunting…

Anyways, I have assignments to complete.

“Got no A levels. No job. No future. But I’ll tell you what I have got, Jericho Street Junior School Under 7’s gymnastics team. I got the bronze.”
– Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)