This is my Life
This is my life, or fuck my life, depending on how you want to look at it. For the last month or so I’ve been working as a cashier sales clerk and whatnot at a store near home. I’ve been working four shifts a week from 5 to 11 at night for ten dollars an hour. For three out of those four shifts I’ve been showing up for work at 4:30, because I was asked to and I didn’t mind the extra five dollars in my pocket.
Today, the guy who has been asking me to come in half an hour early said that he didn’t want to pay me for the extra half hour anymore, but that I still had to show up at 4:30, because according to him everyone in the world is supposed to show up for work half an hour early just for the heck of it. I told him there was no way in hell I would work an extra half hour every day and not get paid. he stuck to his guns and I stuck to mine. I told him I would see him at 5 if that’s how he wanted it to go down. He told me not to come back if I left. An empty threat that I gladly took him up on.
I walked home, practically fuming the whole way there. Financially, this might not have been a good decision on my part, but there was no way I would stand for that kind of treatment. When I got home, I called the actual owner of the place and told him that I would no longer be working for him. When he asked why, I simply told him I no longer wanted to work with so and so. He didn’t ask for details, and thanked me for the heads up.
Fifteen minutes later, mister so and so whom I no longer want to work with called and asked me to give him back the key to the place. I told him I would mail it to him. He grunted in response and told me to bring it there now. I told him that I didn’t have a car and that there was no way I was walking all the way back there now. He grunted again and I gladly hung up the phone.
I didn’t want any trouble and frankly I don’t trust the guy as far as I can throw him, so I called a cab and when it got here, I told the cabbie I would pay for the fare back to the store if he would do me a favor and drop this key off to however was working. I’m hoping mister so and so was still there and had to pull a double shift tonight. Serves him right.
This my friends is what I would call an injustice. My mom thinks I overreacted and that I should go back and try to smooth things over to get my job back, which would probably be a good idea since I have about eighty dollars to my name at the moment. But this is definitely one of those situations where I’m not gonna back down even if I am the only who is ultimately going to suffer (financially) because of it. All hail taking a stand!