Thursday, 6 October 2011

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh

My post title stands lol. The last couple of days at work have been a nightmare, yesterday one of the fry cooks decided that picking on on of the other girls last week isn't enough, so she thought she'd have a pop at me as well, stupid thing is I'm pretty sure the cock up on the till is hers, I know when I make a mistake and the till has NEVER been down the whole time I've been working there, but muggins here gets the blame anyway with the words "If happens again then it comes out of wages or you get sacked" apparently that message came straight from the boss.
Tonight was no better, near the end of night, me and the the other girls I was working with were merrily getting on with our jobs, the fry cook (the one we like) was cleaning the range, the other lass was in the kitchen washhing up and I was doing my job out front cleaning the counters and floors ect... The boss walks in and asks if we have any problems, we tell him no we're all good and next thing BOOM!! He starts going off on one at me and the other two, yells that if we don't want to work there he'll shut the shop and we'll all be fired, storms out and drives before anyone has a chance to even say anything.
By this point I'm fricking livid, so mad I'm crying cos if i didn't cry I'd break something (probably my fist) by hitting it. Then promptly announced that I will NOT be spoken to like that and tells the fry cook I'll cover my shift tomorrow but I'm not coming back in after that cos boss was waaaaaay out of order. Bless her cottons, she looks at me and says "If that's what you really want I'll tell him and get someone to do your shifts. But i'll give you the weekend to think it over"
By the time I got home I'm still livid but practicality has taken over from pride and I'm starting to think straight. I've just made the decision to take on a couple of ponies for the kids, on top of that I have to pay my rent, council tax, do the gas and elec and other utilities and feed and clothe 3 children, I simply cannot afford to walk out this job, especially since if I walk then I lose my working tax and I'm not entitled to any other benefits as I've walked out on "A perfectly good job". I asked my Mum what I should do and she says be practical, swallow my pride for now and bite my tongue (figurativly speaking of course) but keep looking for another job, so then I still have money coney coming in when I leave where I am now. Pride however is telling me to give the boss a shed load of grief back and walk out. Think I'll listen my Mum for once even if I don't agree with her, I know she's right, practical over pride.
This all couldn't have happened at a worse time either, I'm giving up smoking my stop date was tuesday just gone and I was so chuffed that I had gone 3 days without a cigarette but I broke and have had one and now I feel really crappy cos I was doing well. On top of that I'm PMSing, I've had stoomach cramps for the last 2 days and Instead of crying when I PMS I'm very aggressive to the point I have to be sedated sometimes.
On a brighter note, I may finally be getting my NVQ L2 In hairdressing and will be learning how to fit extentions properly, when I qualify I will have a job waiting for me and should already have my clientele built up. The salon owner is putting me through the course and then to pay her back I rent a chair off her for a year and at the end of that year if I sign a 3 year contract to say I won't work in any other salon or go mobile while I work at her salon she'll even pay for me to go on specialist courses during those three years and at the end of the 3 years I will have been trained as a colour specialist, ethnic hair specialist and will have also gained my NVQ L3. Downside is that until I have my NVQ L2 her insurance won't cover me as a paid stylist I have to go the books as a student and volunteer. But hey I know the course work this time around so I should find it easier to do along with the practical side and hopefully get my qualification by summer next year.




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