this
seems to be the season of fucking neth in the ass.
lets start with oooh i dunno
3 days before christmas, i was eating my lunch on a bench in the mall at work. my coworker came up to me and asked if i wanted a drink from this little quick shop place. i said sure, pulled out my wallet, gave him a dollar and put my wallet back. i finished my lunch and went back to work. about 10 minutes later, i was talking to a customer and doing as i do, i put my hands in my pockets because thats how i roll. i realized, my wallet was not in its usual place. i hurry through the customer so i can figure out what i did with it because i can feel the panic rise in my chest.
i check my coat, its not there. i check on the kiosk counters, its not there. i check back where i ate, its not there. i checked in the garbage can where i threw away the remains of my lunch, it wasnt there. i went back up to panda express, checked around where i paid them, it wasnt there. so i officially start to freak out. i called customer service who took a note on it and had me connected with the security office who also took a note, both saying they had not found my wallet. they said they would call me if they found anything. i continued through the rest of my shift very angry and quiet. as 5PM rolled around, i decided to call the security office before i left, just in case, so i wouldnt have to drive back.
lo and behold, they had it!
now, seeing as how, my past experiences with plastic have gotten me in trouble, i deal only in cash. also seeing as how this was christmas season, and the first one in a couple years where i've had money for presents, i had approximately $200 in my wallet. i ask if anything is missing, they say everything appears in tact, my license, my atm card, the rest of the BS i keep in my wallet. i ask if there is any money. they ask "should there be money?". i say "yes, there should be almost $200, maybe more, maybe less.
long story short, 3 days before christmas, i had $200 stolen. but i got my wallet back! gotta keep a stiff upper lip, right?
well things continue...
a few weeks ago, i got a cold. i missed a bunch of work.
i missed a bunch of rehearsal.
i kept in contact with both my managers and my director/stage manager about what was going on with my health. updating them daily on my condition and letting them know i'd be there when i was physically able.
it was my birthday on the 8th. i had rehearsal that night. it was the second time of going to rehearsal in about a week (i had missed maybe 4 rehearsals, or 5). i showed up very early because i was doing errands already and decided not to go back home first. sitting in my truck, in front of the theater, i see some guy with a paper script in his hand walking to and from the side and front entrances. so i talk to him. he says he was there to read for a part for the director. i ask what part. he says hes auditioning for my part (he didnt know it was mine). i ask him if he knows if he is supposed to be an understudy or what. he has no idea. i call the director, no answer. i call my stage manager, she has no idea what its about, the director has told her nothing. eventually its time for rehearsal and i go in. i see my director who greets me warmly. we rehearse. after rehearsal i ask the director if there is anything he has to say to me or if there are any notes i need to take. he says no and to go home and get some rest.
i went home. i had an email. the email was from my director explaining in less than 100 words, that i was replaced "effective immediately". there was no phone call, there was no communication in person. i held back from calling him very pissed off or emailing from pure anger, so i waited. eventually i emailed him back later that night after my anger had subsided enough for me to choose my words carefully. it has been a week and a half now and i've received nothing in return.
for those who dont want to read the cut - i got replaced and am no longer in the show.
oh yes, and my cold was miserable. the worst i've had in a very very long time.
but the fun doesnt stop there!
after this, i realize, i will have more time for work, seeing as i had been getting anywhere between 16-30 hours per week. my original manager was going to leave for NYC for a promotion, so i spoke to my 'new' manager (who was a coworker already) about getting more hours. he said he could give me about 30 a week consistently. very cool i thought. a period of 3 days went by without me going in to work. i missed one day with a no call no show due to miscommunication, though i went in to work that very night to bring in my schedule (this technically was before i was replaced in the show) and a CD for another coworker. I was put on a "final warning" mode basically saying that, if i was ever late or screwed up again, i was fired. i talk to my new manager about this, he said it was only supposed to be a verbal warning - since the policy is that universal 3 strikes rule.
anyway, i continue to work. after the 3 days was over, i came in to find my old manager, still there. which, i thought would be cool since i always liked him. it did however mean, that there were less hours to go around. which is still OK if i could get between 20-30 hours a week. a week went by with 2 "managers". the schedule for this week was on the computer but i had no hours. i asked the new manager "hey, whats going on?" he didnt know. i asked my "old manager," "hey, whats going on?" he didnt know. i kept talking to them about it, they both would say "oh the other guy just needs to finish it. i dont know whats taking so long." according to my new manager, i should be working wednesday because his plan was to give me Mon and Tue off. he calls today to have me call Spherion (the temp agency that you get hired on with first). i call them. i'm laid off due to budget cutbacks and not because of performance. i've tried calling work again, but no one answers.
i got laid off .... (just need to follow the formula and let people know without having read whats under the cuts)
so here i sit, with no job. no show. fat and useless. opening night is this friday. i'm going to try and muster the strength to go. i told the rest of the cast i would go to support them, which is true. i just dont know if i can handle it RIGHT now. i will need to wait and see how i feel.
because now, i feel angry, hurt, sad, pathetic, like a waste of oxygen really. things had been going so well and now .... not so much. i guess things havent really changed. i just wont be getting money anymore and i wont be on stage for a longer period of time.
tis the season
lets start with oooh i dunno
3 days before christmas, i was eating my lunch on a bench in the mall at work. my coworker came up to me and asked if i wanted a drink from this little quick shop place. i said sure, pulled out my wallet, gave him a dollar and put my wallet back. i finished my lunch and went back to work. about 10 minutes later, i was talking to a customer and doing as i do, i put my hands in my pockets because thats how i roll. i realized, my wallet was not in its usual place. i hurry through the customer so i can figure out what i did with it because i can feel the panic rise in my chest.
i check my coat, its not there. i check on the kiosk counters, its not there. i check back where i ate, its not there. i checked in the garbage can where i threw away the remains of my lunch, it wasnt there. i went back up to panda express, checked around where i paid them, it wasnt there. so i officially start to freak out. i called customer service who took a note on it and had me connected with the security office who also took a note, both saying they had not found my wallet. they said they would call me if they found anything. i continued through the rest of my shift very angry and quiet. as 5PM rolled around, i decided to call the security office before i left, just in case, so i wouldnt have to drive back.
lo and behold, they had it!
now, seeing as how, my past experiences with plastic have gotten me in trouble, i deal only in cash. also seeing as how this was christmas season, and the first one in a couple years where i've had money for presents, i had approximately $200 in my wallet. i ask if anything is missing, they say everything appears in tact, my license, my atm card, the rest of the BS i keep in my wallet. i ask if there is any money. they ask "should there be money?". i say "yes, there should be almost $200, maybe more, maybe less.
long story short, 3 days before christmas, i had $200 stolen. but i got my wallet back! gotta keep a stiff upper lip, right?
well things continue...
a few weeks ago, i got a cold. i missed a bunch of work.
i missed a bunch of rehearsal.
i kept in contact with both my managers and my director/stage manager about what was going on with my health. updating them daily on my condition and letting them know i'd be there when i was physically able.
it was my birthday on the 8th. i had rehearsal that night. it was the second time of going to rehearsal in about a week (i had missed maybe 4 rehearsals, or 5). i showed up very early because i was doing errands already and decided not to go back home first. sitting in my truck, in front of the theater, i see some guy with a paper script in his hand walking to and from the side and front entrances. so i talk to him. he says he was there to read for a part for the director. i ask what part. he says hes auditioning for my part (he didnt know it was mine). i ask him if he knows if he is supposed to be an understudy or what. he has no idea. i call the director, no answer. i call my stage manager, she has no idea what its about, the director has told her nothing. eventually its time for rehearsal and i go in. i see my director who greets me warmly. we rehearse. after rehearsal i ask the director if there is anything he has to say to me or if there are any notes i need to take. he says no and to go home and get some rest.
i went home. i had an email. the email was from my director explaining in less than 100 words, that i was replaced "effective immediately". there was no phone call, there was no communication in person. i held back from calling him very pissed off or emailing from pure anger, so i waited. eventually i emailed him back later that night after my anger had subsided enough for me to choose my words carefully. it has been a week and a half now and i've received nothing in return.
for those who dont want to read the cut - i got replaced and am no longer in the show.
oh yes, and my cold was miserable. the worst i've had in a very very long time.
but the fun doesnt stop there!
after this, i realize, i will have more time for work, seeing as i had been getting anywhere between 16-30 hours per week. my original manager was going to leave for NYC for a promotion, so i spoke to my 'new' manager (who was a coworker already) about getting more hours. he said he could give me about 30 a week consistently. very cool i thought. a period of 3 days went by without me going in to work. i missed one day with a no call no show due to miscommunication, though i went in to work that very night to bring in my schedule (this technically was before i was replaced in the show) and a CD for another coworker. I was put on a "final warning" mode basically saying that, if i was ever late or screwed up again, i was fired. i talk to my new manager about this, he said it was only supposed to be a verbal warning - since the policy is that universal 3 strikes rule.
anyway, i continue to work. after the 3 days was over, i came in to find my old manager, still there. which, i thought would be cool since i always liked him. it did however mean, that there were less hours to go around. which is still OK if i could get between 20-30 hours a week. a week went by with 2 "managers". the schedule for this week was on the computer but i had no hours. i asked the new manager "hey, whats going on?" he didnt know. i asked my "old manager," "hey, whats going on?" he didnt know. i kept talking to them about it, they both would say "oh the other guy just needs to finish it. i dont know whats taking so long." according to my new manager, i should be working wednesday because his plan was to give me Mon and Tue off. he calls today to have me call Spherion (the temp agency that you get hired on with first). i call them. i'm laid off due to budget cutbacks and not because of performance. i've tried calling work again, but no one answers.
i got laid off .... (just need to follow the formula and let people know without having read whats under the cuts)
so here i sit, with no job. no show. fat and useless. opening night is this friday. i'm going to try and muster the strength to go. i told the rest of the cast i would go to support them, which is true. i just dont know if i can handle it RIGHT now. i will need to wait and see how i feel.
because now, i feel angry, hurt, sad, pathetic, like a waste of oxygen really. things had been going so well and now .... not so much. i guess things havent really changed. i just wont be getting money anymore and i wont be on stage for a longer period of time.
tis the season