This entire week has been absolutely terrible and pathetic.
Friday night, Danyale hit a pot hole or something, and damaged the car. She doesn’t remember anything, but judging by the damage to the wheel, and the fact the tie rod broke Sunday, it did a lot of damage. I had to turn the damn thing in for an insurance claim, and it won’t even be done for another 5 days. So I’ll have been without a car for about a week. I can handle the car being in the shop, I can handle Danyale damaging it, but I can’t handle being helpless and having to depend on others to ferry me around.
Saturday was typical at work, except for the fact that we came up $150 short on one drawer. We had a borrowed CSR from another store and Me on the drawer. I didn’t steal $150, and although I’m not accusing, the fact that it’s missing is major bullshit. I spoke to Dan (our new Area Manager) about it missing Monday, and pointed out that money tends to disappear and reappear. Being short that much on cash didn’t really make me feel too much better about my job that day either.
On Sunday, I woke up to Danyale seizing laying next to me. In about the course of thirty minutes she had three separate seizures, all three pretty bad. She also couldn’t talk because I think she had her hand close to her neck when she was sleeping and strangled herself. Immediately, we went to the hospital, and I called work, letting Kent know where I was going. He was overly pissed off, which put me in a shitty mood. A couple of weeks before this, he asked a CSR which was more important, work or family. She picked family, and thus was fired. I would pick those I care about over any job. I remember him still asking her that, and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to be with Danyale.
Hours went by, and we were still in the ER. Kent was bitching up a storm, saying he had a date, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him, so we got into it again. Eventually, he texted Dan, and I had to call him. I kind of went off on Dan, especially when he said I was bringing the restaurant down by being with Danyale, and not being at work. I politely told him to fuck off. Danyale started speaking again, and Sunday concluded with the aforementioned tie rod snapping trying to leave the parking lot of the hospital, dooming any chances of going to work that night.
Monday, I had a meeting with Dan. I talked about a lot of things with him—money issues, issues with management and leadership. I was really prepared to give my notice that day, but Dan, to his credit, talked me out of it. I came away from that meeting feeling a little better, but still resolved to find a new job, as I’m not really too happy at Pizza Hut right now.
I don’t think I’ll be there too much longer. I’ve been poking around online, looking at places to apply, but not having a car seriously impacts my job hunting ability. My dad comes into town next week on my days off, so I won’t have time to poke around then either. But I really want something else right now. I really need something else—without the stress, the hours, and the quasi-meager pay. Being salaried is nice and all, but I really do get screwed out on pay…
