And I barely give a damn. I hated the place. I hated the customers. And I really did not like my boss.
I worked as a Shift Manager for a Wendy’s fast food restaurant. A restaurant I had been working at for over 5 YEARS and 5 MONTHS. You work at the same crappy fast food job for half a decade and it tends to wear on you. I had been wanting to leave that place for a long ass time. But careful, cautious me couldn’t just up and leave the place without having a secure source of income to fall back on. And with me being so complacent with doing the same thing for so long I wasn’t searching for a different job as strongly as I could have.
A series of events occurred however that would get me booted out of there. I was in charge of running the night shift until the time the store closes. Had been doing that specific job for 8 months and was doing a decent job of it in my eyes. So when I was told I would be switched to day shift for a while to be trained(again) on the basics of management, I was angered a bit.
The more I thought about it the more pissed off I got. I wound up venting it on Facebook stating how frustrated I was and that after I received my vacation and bonus check I would be leaving. I have my profile set to private so there was no way that my superiors could see my profile and see my rage filled post.
Unless one of my co workers who was on my friends list had the bright idea of showing it to them. The day after I made the post I received a text message from the district manager that she had seen my post and wanted me to come in and relinquish my keys or she would have all the locks on the store changed.
So I went, gave my keys, and didn’t even bother to argue the decision. Because a big part of me wanted this. Something to force me to find new employment. Get me out of my happily unhappy comfort zone. Onward to new beginnings.
And since they fired me they have to pay my unemployment benefits. Haha
