You're fired!

O, I've been fired alright. In a GLORIOUS, REVOLUTIONARY-ESQUE REBELLION (that involved only me heh).

So I worked for this Jew, George, right? He's the father of one of my high school friends (who I later ended up rooming with - BIG MISTAKE - JEWISH PRINCESS). He gave me my first job when I was 14 or so at his other shop.

But yea, so I worked for George the Jew for years and years at this bagel place. I would open shop, have a crew of about 10 kids (who I loved working with), and I pretty much got to run the entire shop - wholesale, retail, deliveries, everything. I was the bitch in charge. (I actually got away with having blue hair for a LONG TIME)

So one day, George decides that he doesn't want to own the bagel shop anymore. He comes to me and tells me he's selling the place to this goddamned Thai couple or something. (They were definitely Asian. I just forget what kind.)

I worked for these Asian people for a few months with a few building confrontations and things. The woman - Elena I think her name was; the wife - was completely batshit insane. She didn't know what the fuck she was doing with the place - which I guess is to be expected.

I'd get phone calls nearly EVERY NIGHT because she fired the bakers and she and her husband decided THEY were going to bake to save costs. "DANIELLE, PLEASE COME HELP."

I was used to getting phone calls are BIZARRE times. Some of the kids that worked with me often called my cell to tell me they weren't going to be able to make it in on such-and-such a day, and could I schedule them elsewhere, so on, so forth. I was CONSTANTLY in there when I wasn't scheduled. WHY? BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVED THIS PLACE. ;_;

So anyways, the event that got my ass fired.

Elena had hired one of her other Asian friends. This particular Asian friend was supposed to help me close. I was there well over 2 hours closing by myself and they figured to cut down on general costs, they could get me some help. Frankly, I needed it. Opening AND closing, all in one day's work was just terrible. I was incredibly happy they would be so accommodating. Since George had left, there was no one to ever help me with shifts if I needed it, and no one to do the book-keeping like he did. (I helped with that shit, let me tell you).

I forget her name, but this woman REFUSED to stay for closing day after day after day. "Too much work," she'd say. And she bailed every day just BEFORE closing.

So I confronted Elena. I told her that I was under the impression that this woman was supposed to be helping me close, and that she wasn't - how can we resolve this.

Elena looked at me like I head 12 eyes. She tried to tell me I was not GOING to get any help closing.

I lost it. This woman had been jerking me around for MONTHS now, fucking up systems, fucking up orders, scaring away customers with her screaming in the back room at her husband, the quality of the product because they were putzing off in the middle of the night, sometimes calling me, sometimes not.

I let loose on the woman - I DESERVED to be fired, I guess. I raged something horrible on how she should have never bought this place if she didn't know how to do it - that if she wanted me to become her tutor, she should have paid George more who would have in turn paid ME more.

I was only 19 and I hand been single-handedly running the joint. I loved it - to this DAY, I still want to go back to the way it was. But Elena fucked it up beyond recognition.

So Elena asked me to quit.
"I'm not quitting. You'll have to FIRE me."
So tried some more to get me to quit - at least 10 minutes of it. She didn't want to pay me unemployment.

Eventually she fired me, and I left crying. Not because I was fired, but because I couldn't help save the sinking ship. I felt like I had let my place down, and all that jazz.

As a hilarious update: within 1 year of Elena (and her yes-man husband), the business went under. It turned into a vacant lot up until maybe 9 months ago, at which point it turned into a Dunkin Donuts.

Breaks my heart to this day.

Jam it back in, in the dark.