You know what irritates me the most right at this very moment? People asking me, "So what is the plan now?" I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. It has been, eh, 25 hours now that I was told that I was no longer employed, so of course I have everything worked out already. But thanks for the suggestions on places that I should apply, I really want to hear your input right now. While you're at it, do you want to tell me your opinions on everything else in my life? That would be great. Thanks.
Keep your suggestions to yourself, and I won't have to use bad words. Deal?
Plans as of now... None. I've got nothing. Absolute blank on what I should do job wise. And right now I don't want to be thinking of a plan. Just give me a few days to breathe, and we'll take it from there. If I want advice and suggestions:
I. WILL. ASK. FOR. THEM.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
"We've decided to let you go."
So... Life has changed.
Yesterday morning, my boss called and said that she wanted to meet with me before I started working yesterday evening. Fair enough. But then people asked me how things had been going at work, and that started me on being paranoid. So I called her back, asked what it was about. She said it was about the fact that I had wanted to talk to her about working less hours. Again, fair enough. So I show up to work an hour early to meet with my international buddy and have dinner, and one of the girls there looks at me weird and says, "Are you working tonight? I thought Becca said she was taking your shift?" Uh... Not that I knew of. So, I popped in to the office to ask my boss about it. She's just covering the start of my shift in case our talk runs long. Suspicious, but still believable. After dinner, I stop in to the office to chat with the boss. Well, apparently, I wasn't picking up on barista-ing as quickly as they would have liked. And when I was stressed out a few weeks back, and mentioned that I'd like to work fewer hours, and perhaps not the Saturday night close, that apparently sealed my fate. See, she had hired someone to work 25-30 hours, and to fill that Saturday shift. Which would have been nice to know. And apparently the proper response to struggling at work is to ask for more work so I have more experience to get better. She said I'm a very nice girl, who is good with customers, and that with time she thinks that I could have gotten up to speed. But there is the level they thought I would be at by now, and then there is the level where I am.
So, I am currently unemployed. I honestly feel like I failed, but also that I wasn't given the chance to succeed. So... doubly screwed. I would have appreciated knowing the fact that there were specific reasons I was hired, things I had to fulfill. I was under the impression I was hired for who I was, not when I could work. Granted, they expressed that speed was a big deal for them from the start, but I felt I was just getting the hang of it, which is why this is so out of the blue. I feel like the point right after a break up when you think just how much you passed up just to be in that relationship. And now I am just irritated.
This job felt like such a God-send, such a way to really get connected to the community. I don't know what I'll do with the rest of my summer. Maybe look for another job, although I'm a bit discouraged as of now... And the job hunt was difficult even at the beginning of the summer, I don't know how well I'll fare halfway done already. Now I've got more time to focus on other things, and less to stress about. Which is nice. And the fact that it really was just a summer job, not a career. I'll be fine, I'm just not cut out for a highspeed coffeshop career.
Yesterday morning, my boss called and said that she wanted to meet with me before I started working yesterday evening. Fair enough. But then people asked me how things had been going at work, and that started me on being paranoid. So I called her back, asked what it was about. She said it was about the fact that I had wanted to talk to her about working less hours. Again, fair enough. So I show up to work an hour early to meet with my international buddy and have dinner, and one of the girls there looks at me weird and says, "Are you working tonight? I thought Becca said she was taking your shift?" Uh... Not that I knew of. So, I popped in to the office to ask my boss about it. She's just covering the start of my shift in case our talk runs long. Suspicious, but still believable. After dinner, I stop in to the office to chat with the boss. Well, apparently, I wasn't picking up on barista-ing as quickly as they would have liked. And when I was stressed out a few weeks back, and mentioned that I'd like to work fewer hours, and perhaps not the Saturday night close, that apparently sealed my fate. See, she had hired someone to work 25-30 hours, and to fill that Saturday shift. Which would have been nice to know. And apparently the proper response to struggling at work is to ask for more work so I have more experience to get better. She said I'm a very nice girl, who is good with customers, and that with time she thinks that I could have gotten up to speed. But there is the level they thought I would be at by now, and then there is the level where I am.
So, I am currently unemployed. I honestly feel like I failed, but also that I wasn't given the chance to succeed. So... doubly screwed. I would have appreciated knowing the fact that there were specific reasons I was hired, things I had to fulfill. I was under the impression I was hired for who I was, not when I could work. Granted, they expressed that speed was a big deal for them from the start, but I felt I was just getting the hang of it, which is why this is so out of the blue. I feel like the point right after a break up when you think just how much you passed up just to be in that relationship. And now I am just irritated.
This job felt like such a God-send, such a way to really get connected to the community. I don't know what I'll do with the rest of my summer. Maybe look for another job, although I'm a bit discouraged as of now... And the job hunt was difficult even at the beginning of the summer, I don't know how well I'll fare halfway done already. Now I've got more time to focus on other things, and less to stress about. Which is nice. And the fact that it really was just a summer job, not a career. I'll be fine, I'm just not cut out for a highspeed coffeshop career.
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