So ever since I moved to Charleston (which was a mistake btw, would not endorse living here, 3/10) I had been working this serving job in a BBQ/sports bar kinda place. When I started it wasn't bad. The manager who interviewed me hired me on the spot. The pace was a lot faster than I was used to (my previous job having been a fine-casual dining restaurant) and I quickly learned that the quality of service in this place was just a step up from fast food.
I'm not gonna name names because I don't want to put the business down, and tbh it was a pretty neat restaurant. The food was great but it just didn't attract the best sort of people.
After a couple of months the initial honeymoon-feeling I had from moving out and starting a new job had worn off and I started to see just how bad this place was. People were constantly being hired and leaving/getting fired. Most of the people I worked with were pot heads using every chance they got to sneak out back and pass around a joint (and I knew the cook who sold it to them too) and every other week or someone would get fired for it. But it was really just for appearances. Literally all of the cooks smoked weed at work regularly and all the managers knew about it, but they can't just fire all the cooks because then there would be no restaurant. So instead they'd fire an expendable server (most of them were students) as a sort of slap on the wrist "don't do drugs at work" but that did nothing to fix the problem and left us severely understaffed in the front of the house.
Meanwhile, I'm job searching because I hate the fucking place. Not only the management and most of the staff but even the actual building is falling apart (parts of the dining room ceiling were literally falling down, the roof leaked whenever it rained and even sometimes when it didn't, the whole building had to be evacuated one night and the fire department called because of electrical issue... I could go on and on) and I just want out. There were several times I was so frustrated with the way management handled things (busy nights, being given more tables than I can handle, being given parties of 20 or more who spend hundreds of dollars and don't tip) that I was tempted to quit mid-shift and walk out the door and never come back. But I stuck it out, because I thought I was better than that. Even on the nights where I had to stay well past close (we close at 2AM and the latest I ever had to stay was 3AM).
This next part I'm not altogether proud of, because I like to think I'm a good employee, a good server, that I work hard and that eventually my hard work will pay off. But there was one Saturday where I called in (I was scheduled for a double, and yeah I realize that was a dick move on my part but at this point I hardly felt like I owed them anything) and didn't go in. The GM (who is a total prick that never once talked to me as if I were a fellow human being) got pissed and fired me the next day.
And you know, I've never been more relieved in my entire life. Good riddance to all the bullshit I had to put up with there. I'd been meaning to quit very soon and already had another job lined up, and tbh my rent check is gonna be cutting it really close this month, but I can't help but think this turn of events worked out for the better.
So yeah, that's the story of how I got fired.
I'm not gonna name names because I don't want to put the business down, and tbh it was a pretty neat restaurant. The food was great but it just didn't attract the best sort of people.
After a couple of months the initial honeymoon-feeling I had from moving out and starting a new job had worn off and I started to see just how bad this place was. People were constantly being hired and leaving/getting fired. Most of the people I worked with were pot heads using every chance they got to sneak out back and pass around a joint (and I knew the cook who sold it to them too) and every other week or someone would get fired for it. But it was really just for appearances. Literally all of the cooks smoked weed at work regularly and all the managers knew about it, but they can't just fire all the cooks because then there would be no restaurant. So instead they'd fire an expendable server (most of them were students) as a sort of slap on the wrist "don't do drugs at work" but that did nothing to fix the problem and left us severely understaffed in the front of the house.
Meanwhile, I'm job searching because I hate the fucking place. Not only the management and most of the staff but even the actual building is falling apart (parts of the dining room ceiling were literally falling down, the roof leaked whenever it rained and even sometimes when it didn't, the whole building had to be evacuated one night and the fire department called because of electrical issue... I could go on and on) and I just want out. There were several times I was so frustrated with the way management handled things (busy nights, being given more tables than I can handle, being given parties of 20 or more who spend hundreds of dollars and don't tip) that I was tempted to quit mid-shift and walk out the door and never come back. But I stuck it out, because I thought I was better than that. Even on the nights where I had to stay well past close (we close at 2AM and the latest I ever had to stay was 3AM).
This next part I'm not altogether proud of, because I like to think I'm a good employee, a good server, that I work hard and that eventually my hard work will pay off. But there was one Saturday where I called in (I was scheduled for a double, and yeah I realize that was a dick move on my part but at this point I hardly felt like I owed them anything) and didn't go in. The GM (who is a total prick that never once talked to me as if I were a fellow human being) got pissed and fired me the next day.
And you know, I've never been more relieved in my entire life. Good riddance to all the bullshit I had to put up with there. I'd been meaning to quit very soon and already had another job lined up, and tbh my rent check is gonna be cutting it really close this month, but I can't help but think this turn of events worked out for the better.
So yeah, that's the story of how I got fired.
