I've been suspended. Yea. Suspended from work for 2 weeks. For something I didn't even do! And the worst part is...I'm not even mad about it, I'm just...sad. Supposedly I wasn't ringing up drinks or something. But let me tell you what happened.
An old regular came in who had been out of town for a while. He ordered 6 shots from me at my well. Then he asked if I could bring them to him all the way at the opposite end of the bar. And of course, I had to say I would, since he's a customer. So I said sure. Then, as I'm making his shots, Jenna comes up and orders some drinks on her tab. So I finish up the shots, and then hand her her drinks real quick so I can dart to the other side of the bar and give this guy his shots. When I get down there and start handing them to him, Mr. P. walks up and asks me what I'm doing down there. I explained, and then he said, "Well you better hurry up and get back over there, there's waitress tickets printing out." So I run back over to the other side of the bar to grab the ticket, and make it. Then Blinn approaches me and asks if I rang the stuff up. I said, "Not yet, I had to bring all the drinks way down there, and then Mr. P. practically yelled at me to get back over here, so I told the customer I'd be right back to get his money." And of course, I knew he wasn't gonna run off without paying me, cuz he's a regular and he's good for it. Then he starts questioning me about Jenna's drinks, and asking me if I rang hers up. And I told him she had a tab started. So I go back over to the other side when I'm done being interrogated, and I get the guy's money, go to the computer, and ring up his shots, and Jenna's drinks all at once. End of story.
The rest of the night was pretty shitty I might add...
Then at the the end of the night, Blinn says he wants to talk to me in the office. And of course I knew what it was about. He tells me 2 people told him I wasn't ringing up drinks. I dunno if he made that up to see if I'd "confess", or if 2 people really did say that, but I explained the whole situation to him. And all he could say to me was, "Well you've been working here long enough to know better. It's action/transaction. And (Mr. P.) and I talked about it for like 10 minutes, and we decided to suspend you for 2 weeks. So just...come back tomorrow and you can pick up your tips, and call us in like 10 days and we'll tell you your schedule." I mean, I'm literally still in shock about this. I asked him when I supposedly did this, and what the drinks were, trying to figure out exactly was he talking about. But he couldn't give me any specifics. So I told him that if I ever didn't ring anything up, it wasn't because I was trying to hoodwink anybody, it would have been an honest mistake. And I honestly couldn't think of any drinks I hadn't rung up tonight! I mean seriously! And mostly I'm shocked because the whole way home, all I could think about is why do I keep trying to prove myself to these people!? I mean, I shouldn't have to. I do my job, and I do it damn well, for one. And secondly, I have a degree. (Which is a lot more than I can say for a lot of the idiots I work with!) Why am I wasting my time trying to get in the good graces of a couple bar owners!? They're not gonna get me anywhere in life! I mean...I literally bend over backwards for these people, and do I ever get a pat on the back?? NO. All I get is criticized for a mistake that I didn't even make, because maybe someone thought they saw me do something. Don't they trust me?? Why can't they just give me the benefit of the doubt? I mean I can't afford to not work for 2 weeks!
And to top it all off, I had been really looking forward to the employee over-night party at Lake Conroe, which is the Sunday after next. But now I think I might just cross my name off the list since I will still technically be "suspended" at that time. ((sigh)) I don't even wanna show my face in there. I have half a mind to quit. Except I don't wanna just throw in the towel. I don't deserve this punishment! And I don't wanna let them get the best of me. Ugh. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Who knows...
I'm gonna spend this 2 weeks putting some feelers out and trying to find a real job. And I might get in touch with some of my contacts in the industry and see if anyone needs a bartender for next weekend...or this weekend, since I'm suddenly off tomorrow. Sometimes I just...hate my life. Why do these things always happen to me?? I mean...nothing ever goes right. Nothing.
Driving home, I just wanted someone to call and talk to, and I had no one to call! I can't get a guy to stick around for longer than a week, which apparently is enough time to screw me over, and I can't even manage to get my fucking bar managers to like me. I work in a fucking bar. I mean come on. What have I accomplished??
A huge fat nothing. That's what I have. Nothing.