A dialogue
Aug. 23rd, 2006 04:11 pmthat only involved me in name.
The characters are B, the manager and MJ, the customer. The day is today (that's important later).
MJ: Thank you so much for your wonderful idea regarding my brooch. It is perfect and I am thrilled to pieces.
B: That's wonderful. You've made my day.
MJ: And [AngelChicken] was so patient with me. Please, please let her know how thankful I am for all her help!
B: I'll let her know.
. . .
Okay, so my old manager is now flat out lying (at least by omission) to customers?
There is not enough WTF?!?!, really.
Incidentally, I know about this exchange because MJ happens to be a very old friend of my mother (she knew my parents before they were married), though not so close that I knew who she was when she came in the store and I spent a half hour helping her figure out her bracelet (well, we figured it out quickly, not a half hour later). She did, in fact, call the store knowing that I had been fired. Though I DID NOT know she was going to call. I knew my mom had talked to her, that's it.
ALSO!
I sent my old boss an e-mail (not the one who fired me. He wouldn't know email if a computer dropped on his head. This is the boss who was mortified at what happened) on Sunday saying, essentially, OMGWTFBBQ! Only eloquently. I explained that it hit me that I was out of a job and had a new apartment and rent to pay. I then explained that it might look bad to a potential employer that I had been sacked after nine weeks. Since she was said that she would absolutely give me a recommendation and feels terrible this happened, would she mind putting something on paper saying that I was not, in fact, stealing from the company or screaming at customers?
Three days later and I have heard nary a peep. Which, let me say, sucks.
Though things I am now hearing about their reputation, maybe I don't want a reference from them. So there's that.
*
Yesterday, though I had margaritas and mexican food with
deeablo,
eep1313,
disbelief11 and
xica_s. I hadn't met Disbelief or Xica before, though I knew their names. It may be needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, Good times, my friends. Seriously. I had sort of a craptastic day yesterday and I was taken completely out of it by these women. It was awesome. I laughed and heard creepy songs and flirted with a French Dinosaur named Françios and ate quite a lot. It really was an excellent night.
And this morning I went to the dentist because I chipped a tooth and wanted to make sure the whole thing wasn't about to explode (no, I never overreact. Why?) He was very nice and filed it down and when he learned about my unfortunate work situation he was nice enough to only charge me for the x-ray and not the tooth-filing. Yay!
Then I went shopping. I now own these. The entire time I was in Ann Taylor I was all "I'm here for shirts, not shoes. Shirts! No Shoes!"
You'd think I'd know myself better by now.
Oh, and I got some shirts, too. Solid.
Tonight I have no plans other than to try and track down someone in the vicinity who has a PC I can use to register for unemployment. Alas, IL unemployment doesn't support Safari. And I don't have Windows. Too bad for me. I could, of course, go to the actual unemployment office, but it's very far away and I am very lazy.
Now I must go buy something veggie-like so as to embellish my salad-to-be!
The characters are B, the manager and MJ, the customer. The day is today (that's important later).
MJ: Thank you so much for your wonderful idea regarding my brooch. It is perfect and I am thrilled to pieces.
B: That's wonderful. You've made my day.
MJ: And [AngelChicken] was so patient with me. Please, please let her know how thankful I am for all her help!
B: I'll let her know.
. . .
Okay, so my old manager is now flat out lying (at least by omission) to customers?
There is not enough WTF?!?!, really.
Incidentally, I know about this exchange because MJ happens to be a very old friend of my mother (she knew my parents before they were married), though not so close that I knew who she was when she came in the store and I spent a half hour helping her figure out her bracelet (well, we figured it out quickly, not a half hour later). She did, in fact, call the store knowing that I had been fired. Though I DID NOT know she was going to call. I knew my mom had talked to her, that's it.
ALSO!
I sent my old boss an e-mail (not the one who fired me. He wouldn't know email if a computer dropped on his head. This is the boss who was mortified at what happened) on Sunday saying, essentially, OMGWTFBBQ! Only eloquently. I explained that it hit me that I was out of a job and had a new apartment and rent to pay. I then explained that it might look bad to a potential employer that I had been sacked after nine weeks. Since she was said that she would absolutely give me a recommendation and feels terrible this happened, would she mind putting something on paper saying that I was not, in fact, stealing from the company or screaming at customers?
Three days later and I have heard nary a peep. Which, let me say, sucks.
Though things I am now hearing about their reputation, maybe I don't want a reference from them. So there's that.
*
Yesterday, though I had margaritas and mexican food with
And this morning I went to the dentist because I chipped a tooth and wanted to make sure the whole thing wasn't about to explode (no, I never overreact. Why?) He was very nice and filed it down and when he learned about my unfortunate work situation he was nice enough to only charge me for the x-ray and not the tooth-filing. Yay!
Then I went shopping. I now own these. The entire time I was in Ann Taylor I was all "I'm here for shirts, not shoes. Shirts! No Shoes!"
You'd think I'd know myself better by now.
Oh, and I got some shirts, too. Solid.
Tonight I have no plans other than to try and track down someone in the vicinity who has a PC I can use to register for unemployment. Alas, IL unemployment doesn't support Safari. And I don't have Windows. Too bad for me. I could, of course, go to the actual unemployment office, but it's very far away and I am very lazy.
Now I must go buy something veggie-like so as to embellish my salad-to-be!
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Date: 2006-08-23 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 10:25 pm (UTC)Well, it's something we'd have in common, anyway. =)
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Date: 2006-08-23 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-25 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 12:01 am (UTC)Just because they done have fandom_wank doesn't mean that they don't gossip about this shit. They totally do.
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 01:30 am (UTC)#2 Since it was only nine weeks, you may decide not to put it on your resume. Or if you do, you don't have to have them be your reference. You tell your interviewer,"actually, I chose my GAA professors because I felt that the work I did for them better respresents my talents than the scant two months I spent at blach blah blah...
hmmm, salad.
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Date: 2006-08-28 06:01 pm (UTC)And I don't think I am going to put it on my resume. My ex-boss who didn't fire me said I should tell Potential Employer that I had a trial period and left on my own, which I'll probably do, but I am definitely going to go the GIA route if it's possible.
Thanks for the thoughts. And salad is dee-licious!