This is in relation to my first post which can be found here: First Post... and It's a Rant.
That feeling I had that I couldn't shake about Saturday being my undoing... I was right.
Walked in today after a 90 minute commute (thanks Lollapalooza and construction and every damn yuppie fest from here to the end of days) punched in and walked into the office to grab the restaurant cellphone (they had no house-line) and the tablet for Open Table only to be stopped by the manager.
"We need to have a little talk outside."
"Ok." I walked out and already knew what she was going to say.
We sat down at a table in the back.
"So I wasn't here on Saturday but from what I've heard you were really disrespectful to (insert manager name here), apparently you were bad mouthing the restaurant (My reply when my manager asked me what was wrong? "This place, just need to go"), rude to customers, and we just can't have that."
She slides the "corrective behaviour sheet" over to me with the write up...
"Can I have a pen?" *scribble scribble scribble* ...
I stand up and get my purse off the bar.
I didn't wave them goodbye and blow them a kiss and walk out. That would've been hilarious. But I did calmly and very quietly, without a goodbye get my things and go. They just kind of sat there, until I had left the room. *shrug* I could say I am upset, but I'd be lying.