So yeah um…

I just got fired.

*sigh* Sunday I was waitressing and I had this one table of six that was alright but stiffed me when they left. A few seconds later their littler girl came back and asked about a pair of sunglasses that belonged to her mom. I told her I hadn’t seen them but she was free to look around. I told her to check the bathrooms and pointed out a manager to give her a hand since I was busy. A few seconds after she left I found the glasses but was honestly still a little miffed about not being tipped so I put them behind the servers station. I told one of the other waitresses about it and she asked me if I was going to keep them. I said ‘I guess. May as well since she didn’t tip me.”

About ten minutes later our CL walked over and asked me if I had a pair of pink sunglasses. I told her yes and pointed them out to her. I’d left them behind the servers station. She asked if she could have them and I said sure. She wanted to know where I’d gotten them and I told her and she didn’t seem to believe me but said alright whatever and walked away.

Well I guess she didn’t. Neither did the M or GM. Because when I came in for work today they had the paperwork drawn up and took me in to fire me. 

Look I’ll admit it wasn’t the nicest thing to do karma wise. But for pities sake I figured she’d call up later on to ask about her glasses and I’d turn them in or at best take them home and mix them in with ten billion other items people have left behind and never come back for. But I did not expect to get fired for it.

So the split second I left the restaurant I called Laura and told her what had happened. I will spare part of my own humiliation and not go over that phone call. Then I hit every restaurant up and down that street for an application, walked to the two local bars and asked if they were hiring (both are and seemed like nice, easy going places so I’d be happy to work there.) I’m trying to get on to Old Navy.com and send in another application to them but the site is being stubborn.

But…to be perfectly honest…beneath the fear of bills, rent, money, unemployment, and nerve racking discharge of spousal anger…I feel kind of like an opportunity has been presented to me. I have tried to get hired somewhere else before but never very hard because I figured at least I had a job already if thing fell through. But I never really liked it there. Or felt good about going to work or looked forward to showing up to punch in. It was just what I did to pay the bills. On the other hand I know I’ve compromised our steady financial position that we had going and I feel immensely guilty for that. But if I sit and cry and let myself be stopped up with anger I won’t give myself a chance to improve it. I would dearly love to just crawl into a ball right now and cry till my throat is hoarse. But I need to get out there and find a job. I know expecting a really fulfilling, enjoyable job is a bit over hopeful right now, but better than doing nothing and wallowing in self hatred for the next week.