To start off I would like to say that I was coerced into writing a blog by two of my favorite coworkers. The two bitches (whom are now good friends) have not always been so nice to me. So, it is only fitting that i dedicate my first blog to them and how they made my life a living hell.
When i first started my job back in August I could not have been more excited. I was very lucky to have been offered a position because i was told that they were not hiring. When i first met my boss she told me that i would be working nights and that everyone who worked the night shift was extremely nice. She went on to say that they all hangout, most were students and that she thought i would fit in nicely. Wrong. I remember my first week like it was yesterday. I was still trying to learn the names, the drinks and everything else. On top of that i had to learn how to help shut down the store and how to be as efficient as possible. At first i really liked my job. I came home telling my roommates how it was fun and even though it was sometimes overwhelming it seemed like everything was going to be ok. I was wrong. About a week later everything went down hill. Turns out that the night crew was a bunch of stuck up of bitches (no offense). They were mean and not accepting to new people. They talked to my boss about how horrible i was and how i needed to go. They were excluding, rude and pretty hurtful. I can remember many nights i cried because i hated my job and the people that i worked with. There are two times that i will never forget how bad i was hurt. 1) One day i was making a drink and somewhere along the process i did something wrong. Not to name any names but i am pretty sure Kendall bitched me out. I could feel the tears swelling up so i said i was going to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I told myself that i could not let them see that i was weak. (Looking back now its like i was fighting an army or something. I might be slightly over dramatic) Anywho, on my way back from the bathroom Andrew comes up to me and is like "look, you can't just walk out. You have to let people know where you are going. If you keep doing this than you are going to be in trouble. Everyone in there now is really mad at you for leaving." I could feel the tears again. I thought to myself that i told those bitches that i left but they were ignoring me like always. This was the first time that i wanted to quit. Time number 2 also involves Andrew (shocker.. lol ) I was working with Caitlin, Sharon and Jessica. Andrew came into get a drink and ask everyone but me what their plans were for the night. They all told him they weren't sure and he was like well call me when you get off. I didn't mind that he didn't talk to me or even acknowledge my presence but i did mind what happened next. As he walked to the door he turned around and said "Let me clarify." He pointed to Caitlin, Sharon and Jessica and said " You call me. You call me. You call me." And then he pointed to me and said " You definitely do not call me." Bastard. Of course, this made me cry too.
It is hard to believe that i am now extremely close to these people. They were mean, exclusive and pretty much wanted nothing to do with me. I really cannot imagine what my junior year would have been like if i had quit my job. My coworkers are some of my best friends and i am really glad i stuck it out.
