I just got my license, and I was having to work to pay for a car with more holes in it than solid parts. The first job I found was at a sub shop, didn't seem to bad and it was a paycheck.
First day at the new job.
I was supposed to be in for training, they told me 6:30 pm until 9:30 pm. I got the job just before the end of the school year, so I hung out shooting hoops before heading over. They handed me a bleach stained shirt and an apron, then walked me through everything. I made subs, and figured out the register, swept, mopped, and learned about prep. Then is was time to go home, but oh wait...
Me: When do I come back to work again?
AssistantManagerRufus: We always start at the same time for the evening shift.
Me: Ok, see you then.
With a wave I am gone, go home talk to my parents about it and then go to bed.
I hang out shooting hoops and flirting with girls after school again, then head over to the sub shop. I walk in at 6:20 pm, 10 minutes earlier by what I was told yesterday. As I'm tying my apron on the AssistantManagerRufus comes out of the back in a fury, he jabs a finger into my chest and declares loudly.
AMR: I should fire your sorry butt right now, you're almost 2 hours late.
I sputter and step back, he stays with me step for step, finger jabbing me painfully.
I hop to the side out of reach, and try to get a word in but he's not giving me a chance.
AMR: I couldn't leave until you got here, so I've wasted 2 hours of my life waiting for you to show up punk! Now get your apron on and get to work.
He spit a little that time, I wipe my face off as I go into the back to clock in to start work. I go out front and start checking the bins, most of the stuff needs to be restocked so I get to busy work, trying to keep my head down. I hear the back door slam, and Tom my coworker came out front grinning like an idiot.
Tom: I told him what he did, he almost had a heart attack, I hope you got another job lined up, that guy hates you now.
Me: So I should be here at 4:30?
Tom: Just clock in by 5 pm, night crew is 5 pm to 11 pm, how many days are you working this week?
Me: All of them I guess, is there a schedule?
He shows me the schedule, curses someone savagely, and yanks the phone off the hook then starts dialing a number. The door chimes so I head up front, it's an elderly couple and I make them the best sandwiches they ever got, they told me so.
I stay busy and notice I haven't seen Tom in a bit, I look in the back and he is gone, not in the bathroom. So I shrug and go do the list they left, not thinking it was a big deal.
About 10pm, Rufus returns, he's with some woman that looks like his mother, but turned out to be his girlfriend. He apologizes and heads into the back for something, he comes back shortly and asks about Tom.
Me: I've not seen him since before 7, I figured he didn't have to work tonight.
Rufus: Are you an idiot, I told you there has to be two employees here....
He turns and stomps off cursing about stupid kids. He hangs around the last hour and helps me finish up by pointing out my mistakes. I try not to pay too much attention to it, and do the work. I clock out just before midnight, lot of stuff to do when you're closing by yourself, even more to do when you're being managed while closing yourself.
I'm dragging in school the next day, I fall asleep in Trig, and I don't even try to stay awake in gym, I just ignore the toe prods from coach. I make it through the day, and I head to the job to try to find out if I have to work. I do, because Tom quit because he had requested a day off that he didn't get. But I get to work with the Manager, not Rufus, but the full manager.
FullManager: Hey, you're the new kid, I'm FM, how do you like the job so far?
Me: Lot more yelling and fingers than I expected to be honest.
She looked at me weird then told me to clean the bins, I got to keep busy to keep from falling asleep. I finally make the mistake of standing still too long and I nod off, she finds me of course.
FM: Hey, wake up, you OK?
Me: Yeah, sorry, I'm just tired, I didn't expect to have to work this hard at making sandwiches.
FM: What do you mean?
Me: The first night was great, then last night was not so great, and tonight I'm so tired from working by myself last night that I can barely stand still without nodding off.
FM: You didn't work by yourself, Rufus was here.
Me: He was here about 10 pm until midnight. I was alone from 7 to 10 last night, and the most Rufus did was make me mop the floor three times so I got the spot I missed. Not sure why he didn't just tell me which spot I missed.
FM: That doesn't sound like Rufus, let me go call him.
She comes back up later and everything seems fine, I do OK while I'm busy, but I have to keep moving to stay awake. We get done, close the shop down and she asks me to come back to the desk and clock out.
I clock out and she has me sign my time card, and then tells me I don't need to come back tomorrow.
Me: A day off to sleep!!
FM: Oh no, I meant don't come back at all, I don't want you working here anymore.
Me: Huh? What?
FM: Come back on Tuesday and get your check for 12 hours, you have to return the shirts and aprons you got when you started training.
Me: Shirt and apron you mean?
FM: Don't feed me that garbage, you got 5 shirts and 3 aprons.
Me: No, I got one shirt, this one and 1 apron, this one.
FM: Fine you don't get paid until you return all of the shirts. Goodbye.
I stood there a minute, until she turned and looked me in the eye, there was no warmth there at all.
FM: If you aren't around that corner by the time I get the phone picked up, I'm calling the police.
Zoom! I was out of there.
I was devastated when I got home, my mom was up because I had gotten into some trouble for being out until almost 1am the night before, so she noticed I was distraught about something.
Mom: What's wrong this time?
Me: I got fired...
Mom: Why? What did you do?
Me: I guess it was showing up late yesterday, I don't know for sure. I didn't get a chance to ask.
Mom: Go to bed, I'll call them and find out tomorrow.
When Tuesday came around, I tried to go turn in my shirt and get my check. But they were demanding the shirts I never received be returned. They tried to forcibly take the shirt and apron, but Rufus was too slow.
I was told to go talk to my uncle a few days later, he asked me a bunch of questions, and told me to give him the shirt. He made sure he had an accurate timeline plus what was said and done to the best of my recollection. A few days later I had my check, and Mom told me I should thank my Uncle when I saw him next.
He told me he just had a nice talk with the owner, and said if it came down to it he would spend the money on court fees to collect my 15 hour paycheck....