Well you know that riduclously hideous job that I had been moaning about, well after three days of worrying about my weekend shift and what possibly the mental manager could say to me that would be totally out of line and massively patronising. I painted a smile on my face, went in for my 6-11 shift. Got there for ten to six and by ten past six I was already back in my flat, getting drunk with my flat mates.So what happened in the space of those twenty minutes was this. I went in, said hello to people, realised there was loads of staff on, had a chat with one of the guys that works there in the staff room, put my apron on. Somebody else mentioned how many people they had on tonight, realised I only had two tables in my section....awkward. Went to check my section, got tapped on the shoulder by afore mentioned mental manager, and assistant manager...or whatever his job is...nobody has ever actually clarified. The manager seemed uncharacteristically nervous as did, assistant manger...or whatever he is. The manager knocked over a glass while sitting down, I made a joke of it...then she began, (at this point the assistant manager, didn't look at either of us and just started writing down everything that was said)
her: you know that you are on a probationary period)...
me: yes?..
her: well you have failed the probation...
me: (in my head) thank fuck for that
her: it's nothing you did, I actually really like you...it's just we feel that you don't quite match up to (insert restaurant name here) style.
me:( again in my head)I'll bloody say.
Her: you don't have to work tonight and I will pay you for tonight and tomorrow, and for any other shifts over the next week.
Me:( In head) score
Her: (she started wittering, didn't really get the next bit).
Me: (out loud this time)That's okay to be honest I have another job to go to in September anyway, so I would have had to leave in a few weeks anyway (this is half true) plus you're right I don't fit in with (insert restaurant name here) I think other people are looking for a career here, I'm not.
Then I just had to sign what ever the assistant manager had managed to write down, and off I went. With my head held high and all dignity in tact. It was, if there was a good way to leave that place, the best way I could have left because I think other wise it would have got messy. Plus I hated it, I mean really hated it...and I get paid for a week where I don't even have to work there. Brilliant.
The only problem now is finding a job, that accommodates acting...hmmm...I'm going to try a temping agency next, who knows it might work.
In other news my parents visited this week, I think I'll post about this in a separate blog. However, the reason I mentioned now, is that they brought down my hamster cage...so today me and my flatmates are going to purchase a hamster...hehe...
And to end in the style of the apprentice...points finger..."you're fired".