In August of 2008, MS and I moved out into our own apartment after a lot of stuff went down with my family. We had a lot of problems that summer that ended in me getting kicked out and my sister being forced to live at her dad's house and my step-dad at the time being put in jail. Don't ask. I had nothing to do with the whole jail thing. My problem was that I didn't have any money! Don't ask me how I thought getting an apartment would help me with money troubles!
Either way, we got this apartment. Shortly after, my bf and my brother (MS's bf) moved in with us. That meant two more people but no more money coming in. So I started frantically applying to jobs that would pay better. I had two interviews one week in October, one at D___and one at a bank. When I got home from the interview at D____, I went straight to bed and told my bf "I hope they do NOT call me back!" I knew from the second I was in the interview that I did not want to work there. It seemed awful. Everyone was stuck in cubicles and everyone seemed to being fake nice and everyone seemed to be at least one social class up from me if not more. I'm used to working around people that are laid back and relaxed like nothing matters. These people were all about quality demands and setting goals. Stress, right?
Well, of course they called me back and wanted me to start asap. That's how I got stuck there. But, when I got hired, I was hired to work Sat. and Sun. 9-7 and then I could pick up shifts in the evenings if I wanted because of my school schedule. I was hired in making 13.00/hr and 13.65 if I worked after 3 pm on a weekday. I told them going into the job that I couldn't work on Fridays because I work at the pizza place. They immediately asked how long it would be before I would quit that job once I start there. I said I had no intention of quitting. I told them that I wouldn't be able to work on Mondays or Thursdays.
Since then, they have "asked" me to work 7-7 on Saturday and Sunday which was dreadful for me because I don't get out of the pizza place until 12:30-1 on Friday night. I was falling asleep at work. It was bad. It was months before I got them to let me come in later though. It was like I didn't have a choice in the matter. Then, I was forced to start working Mondays after I told them that I couldn't. So I've had to work Mondays for a little over a year now when I told them that I couldn't work that day.
My school schedule has changed every semester and last semester, I couldn't work on Tuesdays so I picked up Wednesdays instead. Well, this semester, it's Wednesday and Friday that I have class in the evening. I told my manager that I can't work on Wednesdays and she sent me an email saying that I am expected to work my schedule of Sat, Sun, Mon, Wed and that I need to make sure that I schedule my classes and my life around that schedule. She said that I could be on standby for Wednesdays for this semester but that in the future I need to keep my work schedule in mind and schedule accordingly for everything else.
Needless to say, I was pissed! I went home fuming that night and told my boyfriend that I'm quitting my job. His response: Are you applying at Hooters? haha He already knew. So, I spent a couple of weeks prepping myself...aka MS highlighted my hair, I gave myself two at home facials (my skin is super dry so I really needed them) and I got my eyebrows done.
Finally, I went in and applied and I am officially a Hooters Girl now and I officially quit my job that has been bringing me down for the last 2+ years. Yey! So now, we just have to see what happens from here.
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