Unexpected, but needed freedom.

So politics of a restaurant are as follows. Hire a whole bunch of people, find loyalty, then dump the rest. Then start systematically firing those who you feel just don't quite need the job, then hire family members to take up the slack. THEN it becomes a family owned restaurant and the authenticity either goes up or loses value, depending on how white trash the family is.

Well, I consider the people at my restaurant to be a white trash family. Me excluded, well, as of yesterday anyway. Over my vacation time, I was slowly replaced with the brother of the cook, not because he was more talented than I, noooo, it was because I am not in dire need of a second job apparently. It's nice to know that these things are decided for me. What gets me is not the fact that I'm no longer employed there, I was actually hating it, it was the way it was gone about.

Lies, deceit, then more lies, then my 'manager' (who happens to be the bfrnd of ex-bstfrnd), is too much of a pussy to tell me like he's supposed to. He lets the other wait staff inform me that my name is no longer on the schedule in which "you have to take it up with the manager". Ugh, the "manager" was hired, not based on actual ability, but out of desperation. Now he thinks that he is 'King Everything', yeah, hate to break it to him, but I was actually CALLED BACK from the owner because I do my job well, he was "kept on" because there was no one else to replace him in such short notice. *sigh Not only that, but the complaints I hear about him on a daily basis, are just ridiculous. All I know, is that if I were in charge, I would have fired his a** a long time ago because he's lazy and doesn't do his job well. Thank goodness I'm a firm believer in Karma, or else I would go mad!

So, now my afternoons are free up, which is actually nice considering I was actually thinking of quitting anyway. This gives me a chance to actually concentrate more on school and such, plus that but working at the shop takes more out of me during the summer than anything. So working my buns off only to go to work at the restraint to further my pain for another 5-6 hours after that is just plain wrong. Hopefully I'll get a raise soon...*hope, hope, hope* Cio'