So remember last year I was working at a coffee shop, then was made redundant because the owner wasn’t bringing in enough money? Well, at the end of May this year she phoned me and asked if I’d like to come back on an ad-hoc basis. I said of course, and have been doing a few hours here and there for her over the last few months.
The other girl who works there, Kasey (who I’ve always got on very well with, we went to school together) is going travelling to Australia at the end of this month, and Sue (the owner) hinted to me that she’d be offering me Kasey’s 20 hours a week job when she left. Naturally I was pleased, because I’ve been having terrible trouble finding work where I live.
The job is minimum wage, and recently I was offered a job interview elsewhere that pays a lot higher and will provide me with more hours. I mentioned this to Sue earlier in the week and she seemed fine with it, and understood that if I was offered that job then I would take it as it would be more advantageous to me.
I worked yesterday, and Sue spent most of the afternoon bitching at me about how she needed a decision about what I was going to do. I said I couldn’t say anything concrete until I found out if I’ve got the job at the other place. She accused me of bringing her out in a rash from stress. Haha, okay.
I worked again today, because no one else was available to do it and I have literally been at her every beck and call for the last few months. I do her a lot of favours – in fact, I bought her an anniversary card and she didn’t bother to buy me a birthday card a few days later. On the contrary, she actually phoned me on my birthday and asked if I could work! Anyway, she left me to handle the shop on my own for most of the day so she could swan about doing other things. When she eventually got back I told her the shop had been dead all day so she said we could close early. We did so, cleaned everything up etc. Now here’s the kicker…
Just as I was about to leave, the following conversation took place. She said to me…
“The last thing you did today was a milkshake, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah I think so, why?”
“Why didn’t you ring it up?”
“Huh? I did *confused face”
“Well the till is £1.50 short.”
“Oh. Sorry, maybe I just opened the till and dropped the money in without putting in the amount. If I did then I didn’t mean to, but still I know I put the money in there so how could it be short?”
“Well the till is £1.50 short.”
“Okay, if I’ve made a mistake I’ll pay for it, do you want the £1.50 to make it up?”
“No, I want your uniform.”
“I want your uniform.”
“Are you joking?”
“Well what am I supposed to walk home in?”
“You can wash it and bring it to me.”
“Right, so you’re firing me over a mistake that I don’t even think I made, which costs £1.50 that I’m more than willing to give you?”
“Okay. Can I have my wages then?”
“No, maybe I’ll drop them round to you later.”
At this point I just walked out. How fucking DARE she accuse me of stealing from her pathetic fucking business? Stealing from someone, particularly from my employer is something I would never even DREAM of doing! Who the hell does she think she is? I was naturally really upset, like hysterically crying as I sat in a car park and phoned my mum. But now I’m just angry as hell. Clearly she was just looking for an excuse to get rid of me because I was considering going for another job – she’s a grown freaking woman, why could she not have just been honest and said that? To accuse me of theft is SO low. In hindsight, I wish I’d asked to see the till roll as some proof that I’d made a mistake.
I’ve screwed my uniform up and left it by the front door (I’m sure as hell not washing it for the bitch). If she comes here, I’ll make it quite clear that she’s not having that uniform back until I’m paid for the work I did today.
The only thing I’m worrying about now, is what if my potential new employer contacts her for a reference, and she tells them I stole from her? I know I’m innocent, and anyone who knows me would know I’m innocent. But that’s no good to the other employer – who are they going to believe, a 19 year old with a poor employment history or a business owner?
What a pathetic, vindictive excuse for a woman. She’s almost 3 times my age but she’s acting like a bitchy schoolgirl. I hope her pathetic coffee shop goes bankrupt and she chokes on her own bitterness. After I get my wages, of course.
Sorry, REALLY needed to let that out.