Friday, I got fired from my waitressing job. My bosses excuse was that I dont know the menu well enough. This is totally irrational since I can recite it in my sleep. On Friday, during lunch, he heard me ask the cook, “What kind of cheese is on the capicola grinder?” and he freaked out (my boss did, not the cook). He got in my face and goes, “What kind of cheeses do we serve in this restaurant!?” He was sputtering and turning red and was about to explode. I said that we had provolone and he totally lost his mind screaming that we have mozzerella for the pizza, blue cheese for the salads, etc. Obviously, since I had just gotten in trouble for not knowing what was on a GRINDER, I figured he was implying that he wanted me to say what sort of cheese was on the grinders. I clearly know that we have mozerella and blue cheese . . .
Regardless, he was inconsolably furious and, later that night, fired me. This was after weeks of little things that had been building between us that had made it clear to both of us that we are from totally different planets. For example, upon hearing that I cannot cook and only just learned how to steam vegetables, he snorted and murmured something to the effect of, “You’re a waste of a female.” I replied with a non-directed “Is he a chauvanist asshole or is it just me?” – which I’m not sure he heard.
Anyway, it SUCKS because the money was so great, but, at least I dont have to work for the world’s hugest puckered asshole anymore. Aside from that – which was a big deal – things have been allright. John and I are very nice and my other job is tolerable. I got my Yale application into the mail (futile, though I know it is), I am doing decent work in Chem and Bio.
In terms of my list of things to make me a better person: I have been flossing with a little more regularity – once or twice a week. I have NOT been working out with any regularity, though I am going today and just maybe that will be the start of a new trend.
Speaking of trends, I was thinking that maybe this whole firing thing could be an excuse to make a new, more concerted effort at being a better person. Perhaps, just perhaps, being fired will motivate me to fix hideous personal flaws in an effort to reassert any shred of self-confidence I may have left.
