My attendance was sporadic, but my teachers were much more tolerant than his. In fact, I took a Shakespeare class that met five days a week. I attended only one day each week to take the required quizzes and I earned a B in the class! Anyway, we were struggling on all fronts, but most especially financially. We both started looking for jobs and because of my fast food experience in high school, I was immediately hired at Arctic Circle to work the front counter.
|Pregnant and ornery|
I mostly hated the job, not because I didn’t like to work fast-food, but the smell of the oil made my growing tummy churn. I had a manager and an assistant manager, and both of them were named Mike. Mike the manager was kind to me and sympathetic of my circumstances. Mike the assistant manager was not. He delighted in making my life miserable. He always sent me to clean the bathrooms even though there were usually three of us who could have done it. But the thing that bothered me the most was when he would randomly ring up a purchase on my till. Because he was in management, he had the right to jump in whenever he wanted and help customers even though he was never assigned a till of his own. The bad part about that is that the counter people got blamed if their tills were short even if they were not the only ones making transactions.
So about a week later we were on the floor together. It wasn’t even busy when some people he wanted to impress approached the counter. He helped himself to my till once again. When the customers had received their food and settled themselves in a booth, I calmly gathered my purse and jacket, announced I was leaving, and headed out the door. Mike screamed at me that I was fired and I replied that wasn’t necessary because I was quitting. I thought he might have a coronary, but I never looked back. I had only been on the job for six weeks.
|Pregnant with Bossy|