Thanksgiving Day 2010 wasn’t the horribly calamitous day that I thought it was. It wasn’t the well thought out insurance scam that so many
insinuated in conversations. Conversations, by the way, that were always meet with great disdain, and arguments quite the opposite. It was a friend
I’ve come to know and love. It was my good friend Karma. Oh she’s a good friend to me, but she can be a real Bitch. A bigger bitch than you or
I could ever match. Doesn’t she hit hard M? Ouch!!! How is she ever going top that one? She will don’t you worry! I see you’re working hard
to fill her sinister cup so she can douse you in disaster once again, huh? Oooh I quiver…hehehe!
How about this one Boss…The day before I started back to work, I got a totally unexpected, and humongous chunk of change gifted to me. Enough to
carry me for quite a while in fact. Ohh boy do I looove Karma J!! You see, I really didn’t need to work my ass of during this new
establishment’s first 10 days in operation. I didn’t have to work 5 to 6 days a week for those following 5 weeks. I didn’t need to only spend
15 minutes a day with my boy’s and only hope they were able to get their homework done correctly. I took a big risk working all of those hours; I
could of, and still might, lose medical for my 2 special needs boys. I did all of those things, happily in fact, for you Marcie. I thought you were
the best employer and an awesome person. I voiced that opinion to hundreds of people. It’s a good thing I’m not afraid to admit that I was
wrong. I’m sure you know that I have a # ton of local friends and acquaintances, and you know how I like to talk
!
Okay now, pay close attention to this list, I have a huge offer for you following it:
I never verbally expressed or felt like I was above filling your salt and pepper shakers.
I always did at least my fair share of the clean up.
I never regularly left with out doing any clean up because.
I always wrapped at least my share of silverware.
I didn’t regularly not wrap any silverware at all because I was to busy making money.
I never have or wanted to consistently have 3x higher sales than my fellow servers.
I’m against coc aine use in the work place.
I do not speak in Ebonics.
I’ve never, until recently, walked around with a miserable attitude.
I always treated customers and employees with respect.
I was well liked and respected by a great majority, if not all, of my actual co-workers.
I very often bragged to my customers about how wonderful you and Dave are, and how hard you worked to build the restaurant.
I wasn’t despised by 75% of my co-workers.
I’ve never ran to a table that I didn’t need just to short change a co-worker.
I was a team player, who looked out for and helped everyone.
I’m not dumber than a box of rocks.
I do not have a voice that pierces peoples ear drums and make them cringe.
I never acted like I was better than all or any of my co-workers.
I never felt like I deserved more than everyone else.
I cleaned many things others, including yourself, wouldn’t even think of.
I until recently, always made a conscience effort to verbally advertise for you while out in public.
I didn’t constantly complain, I rarely complained.
I never slammed # and got smart with people when I got busy.
I never walked around the restaurant carrying dirty dishes while talking on my cell phone.
I pay all my own living expenses.
My household has 5 mouths to feed, 1 of which has costly special needs.
Alright Mrs. Threesome, here goes:
I’ll give you back every dime I made in your restaurant if you honestly believe you could apply this list to your little money making entourage.
Hell I’d give it all back if you could just get them to properly read and comprehend this letter!!
I have worked for you for a year and a half, and you have a month old employee tripling me in tips regularly for the entire month now. Then you send
her over to constantly count her money in front of me and tell me how much she’s making in her prime section. You made a big mistake by using me
the way you did. It’s obvious now that you couldn’t care less about me or my 3 kids. It’s obvious to everyone that you only care about the
morale of a select few. I hope you are aware of the fact that I’m not the only one who see’s how #ed up you are. Get help, lady, your
old…you’ll never be one of the cool kids. And take off Franks jacket, you look like an ass!! Oh yea and everyone knows about Kay; and Yours and
D’s kinky sex life.
edit on 25-2-2012 by MidnightSunshine because: (no reason given)