Sometimes life falls apart one way, but comes together another...

So, today was the last day of my short-lived career as a restaurant supervisor at ESMC. I really wish I was more upset, because, while I was really working there, I really enjoyed it. But the last couple of months of having very few shifts, and being told that the trouble lie in the fact that in just wasn't cost effective to have a fulltime supervisor on over the summer, to having no supervising shifts in September, have left me waiting for the axe to fall, and sure enough, fall it did.

This afternoon, when I went in to work at the restaurant, I was told I was being let go. And for (what I've been told is) a damn silly reason, too. On Sunday, after I worked, Dan and I sat down to share a pizza before going to our respective homes. We ordered it, and all seemed well. But we were both feeling a mite more peckish than just half a pizza apiece, so we wanted to order a caesar salad to start. At that moment, the bartender was busy, and seemed to be in for the (relative) long haul, so to hasten matters, I sidled over to the salad hub, and just told the girl behind the counter that we wanted a salad, and she made it for us, since I promised to get it rung in. Well, the bartender took even longer than I expected, and by the time he'd come back, we'd already moved on to the pizza, and were in the midst of a discussion, and getting the salad rung in completely slipped my mind. This is where the error part comes in.

Because it turns out Roger (my former boss) was watching to see if I would have the salad rung in, and when I didn't, he immediately jumped to the logical conclusion that I was stealing salad. This wasn't my intention, but is exactly how it looked, and I can't really blame him for thinking that, since I wouldn't have been the first to do it, and probably wouldn't have remembered anyway. So, by the time Dan and I finished up, and had paid up, I'm willing to bet Roger had worked up quite a mad. He came over, and told Dan and I that we would have to pay for the salad we'd eaten, that it did not come complimentary with our pizza, and that he'd almost fired the girl behind the counter for giving it to us. I immediately felt responsible (and rightly so), but Roger was not in the mood to talk to me right then, so I wasn't afforded the chance to explain that it had been my fault entirely. He didn't seem to have calmed down before I left, because when I tried (again) to explain, he cut me off, said he'd see me later, and turned his back on me. Fully expecting to have the chance to really explain later, I went home.

And so we come full circle back to the beginning of the story: I was "let go" today. Luckily I still have another job, but I really do want to stay in the industry, so I'm off to look for another restaurant job this weekend, I guess. I have received advice from several sources, not the least of whom being my newfound masonic friends, that this looks suspiciously like a ploy to fire me without having to severance me, and that I should press the issue, but I don't know that I want to do that. Do I feel like I deserved to be treated like this? No, not really. Do I understand the reasoning behind me being treated like this? Absolutely. Even a $2.99 salad counts for something. Do I really think that maybe Roger was just waiting for me to make some kind of mistake, so he could fire me without severance? I didn't at first. I'm not so sure anymore.

I've tried to tell the story as un-biased towards myself as I could. I know what my friends think. I guess I'd like you to make up your own mind, and let me know. I've turned off the necessity for you to be a member of blogger to post comments to my comments page, and I'd like to hear what y'all think. Not that I expect there's a lot of you, but hey, who knows? In the meantime, everyone wish me luck with my search for new restaurants frontiers!

G'night!