Friday night, I worked from 5 to 1 am.
Saturday morning, I got up, skipped service, and headed off for a day of excitement with my father. At noon, I got a call on my cell saying that they needed me at work pronto. I got there at 1:30 in the afternoon, and was supposed to leave at 5. Then they asked me to cover the dinner rush, which would let me leave at 7. Then, they needed another person to close the store. I didn't leave until 1 am.
Sunday, I was scheduled from 5- close. My meeting on Sunday is from 3:30-5:30, so there is no possible way to make the meeting and get to work on time. Usually, I skip the meeting. But yestrday, I was tired and needed to sleep. So I went to the meeting and didn't get to work until 6.
At work, there is an employee who I have trouble with. She is pushing 30 and has 9 kids. She is very lazy and slow, But yet she finds the ability to run her mouth and bitch non stop. After we had closed, she was walking around eating chicken. I asked her where she had gotten it from, and she told me she had bought it before work and not gotten a chance to eat it. I reminded her that there is no eating in the kitchen at anytime. Then, because I can, I went and rolled the tapes back to see what she had been up to all night. I watched her fry a few pieces of chicken, after closing time, and then put them on a plate for herself and walk around and eat. Not only is this stealing, but she had lied to me earlier. I called my boss, so he could deal with it. He told me to terminate her.
As much as I don't like her, I didn't want to fire her. I'm supposed to be the good boss. I'm not supposed to be the guy who fires everyone. I felt bad. Then I actually fired the girl, and she cussed me out. Now, I don't feel so bad.
School starts back August 25. I'll be a Senior in High school. 2006 baby. I got my schedule the other day. Weight training and African American Literature? Sounds like an easy grade to me. Then, as I put my schedule online for my friends to see, I thought, wow, this is the last time I'm going to do this. this stuff only happens once. And I intend to make it memorable. I don't care if I have to intend every football game buckass naked, with a painted chest. I'll do it. No one is going to look back 30 years from now and say "Richard Ivey-- who was he?". I'm leaving a legacy, and some big shoes to fill.
I think my mother is starting to grasp the fact that I'm not "staying" in the truth. I think this scares the crap out of her. Honestly, it scares me too. Even though I'm set on most things, what happens if I get terminally ill and have to depend on her? What will I do? I want my childrren to know their grandmother, even if she does hate me.
I am strongly considering getting my nipple(s) pierced. I don't know why. I guess because I can, and it would be hysterical. I think it would be a beautiful form of silent rebellion. But I don't know if I want to do it. DO the pros outwwigh the cons?
I guess this has run on long enough. Let me tell you however, that it is very cleansing to just pour this stuff out there.
Thank you, and I love you all.