So I started my new job at a Quiznos in a local airport on Friday, and things seemed to be going great. But then a series of events has occurred and I’m worried for my job.
On Friday, I brought $10 with me to work so I could eat on my break. When I went on break, I searched my pockets and couldn’t find my money. Later in the evening, my coworker Julia found $10 on the floor. Thinking it was my lost $10, I took it but asked my manager to make sure the register wasn’t short. Lo and behold, the drawer was short $10, so I gave the money back. Fortunately, I found the money in my car when I left.
On Saturday, I went in to find I wasn’t permitted to use the register all day because it was $10 and change short. Being the new person, I assumed all suspicions were on me. We ended up getting a rush, and I had to use the register. However, the girl Andrea who was training me observed all of my transactions, and confirmed for the manager that I didn’t take any money.
Today I come in and hear that the drawer was short, again. I am told to stay away from the register. I can’t even ring people up. As the day progresses, I notice one by one, my coworkers Chris and Andrea, and our manager, disappear for long periods of time without explanation. When I ask where they were, I was ran in circles. Then, I hear a knock on the door while washing dishes. A state trooper opens the door, and asks if I’m Conor.
The trooper brings me back into the barracks, and they begin to interrogate me about missing money in the drawers, and that one of my male coworkers had $50 stolen from his wallet on Saturday. I only worked with one other guy all weekend. Chris. One of the officers pulls out a tape, and offers me a plea bargain. If I admit to stealing the money, I just have the pay him back and that’s it. However, I have no crime to admit to.
The officers tell me they’re going to watch the tape, and whoever is seen taking the money will be arrested, brought before a judge, and put in jail.
I’m not worried about that, though. However, the damage to my reputation here is already done. I can sense the shift in everyone’s attitudes towards me. No one will say it to me, but now they all think I’m a thief.
I think I’m going to lose my job. I’m going to cry when I do, because this will just be something else that’s gone terribly wrong in my life, and for no apparent reason.
I don’t think this story is going to have a happy ending.
I think there’s definitely a massibe corp running these dating sites trying to take down eHarmony ahahaha.
Dear lord, I’m exhausted. Sleep time now by.
Been working on my first few themes these past few days, aggressively plowing through the Hunger Games series in two days, and starting work at my new job at Quiznos.
The gooood thing is, that if I have some time one of these days, I’ll be opening HUDS0N, a Tumblr supersite, filled with themes, blogroll themes (like the two offered here), avatars, codes, and playlists. I will also be offering a series of resources such as color schemes, textures, and various useful tutorials.
I’m looking forward to opening the site, and I’ll post a link as soon as I do!
For a little teaser, I’ve posted above an the sign for the page.
Hope to see you all there.
-C
It got me thinking about how much of a fail I was at taking Chinese last semester, even though I passed the course and received credit. Basically, it all started because as an international studies major and linguaphile, I figured taking Chinese 101 would be a great opportunity to broaden my language capabilities. Evidently though, my brain only has the capacity to perform Latin based languages, because I totally sucked. I didn’t like that there was no conjugation, or pattern at to the words. The characters to me seemed like random memorization, and I could only seem to recognize around 50 of the little scribbles out of the thousands in the language by the end of the course. There seemed to be no structure, but the pure memorization required didn’t end there, you hadn’t to learn the Romanized pinyin, phonetically written to resemble the obscure sounds of the words. My displeasure didn’t stop there, I honestly didn’t like the sound of the language either, and I struggled with the accent, a problem I didn’t encounter with French or Spanish. Therefore, I curse the Mandarin language, but not its culture.. the only aspect of the course I found interesting. So unless the Chinese appreciate a warm greeting, I’ll totally be doomed when China takes over the world like the rest of you. Until then, I plan to pursue the languages of the great continent of Europe (a decision made at the end of last semester), and maybe one day I’ll try to reconquer China’s true Great Wall.
the pizzeria that “hired” me only had me work SuperBowl Sunday, and now won’t give me any hours. COCKS.
