Let's go on a new adventure

Lets start a story... or in my sisters words, "shh guys, Story Time!"

Yesterday I received a text message from my boss saying I needed to report for my first hour of work at another center so help with a body shortage. I say not a problem oblige and continue on with my day.

Today rolls along, I wake up at 8:30 in the morning, I go to the gym and have the BEST workout I've had thus far. I ran my little heart out on the elliptical, petaled to Bandera and back on a stationary bike and then proceeded to attempt to take yet another exhilarating run on the elliptical. Today was already going fantastic. I felt so alive and awake after my workout. I came home took a nice long shower, shaved my legs and even put on makeup, did I mention, today was gonna be a really good day.

I arrive 10 minutes early to work to make a good impression on a store I've never worked at before. I make my way to the computer to clock in, and I look behind me and see my boss, Jason standing there. I was taken away a bit and felt a little awkward but started towars the jobs on the tables to start getting work done.

Instead of heading to the production tables, Jason beckons me to the back door, and outside to the basement where meetings and training classes are held. At this point I feel nervous and suspicious. I walk in a I see a man I've never met before. He introduces himself as our new Senior Center Manager (my boss' boss) Rodney. I sit down and he small talks about how long I'd been with the company, How'd he's worked with my husband and father and how my uncle in cooperate hired him. (exciting I know) then he breaks into the whole reason why I'm there.. His answer was we needed to talk. As he says this I try and decide if I'm in trouble or if maybe by some stretch of imagination, I'm getting a promotion, or I got a recognition, or something... good. Was I wrong. Long story short I was told I was getting written up because I had Timmy, and my cousin Logan behind the counter eating lunch with me last weekend. Now in a normal place of business I would understand why it would be inapproperiate but I work where there is no breakroom I have the front customer area, our work area and a counter where we eat do paper work and Jason's desk. Very little room to do anything. Now I hardly see my husband and my cousin was leaving to Laredo, Tx. I took the call as to eat in fron and take up space where we could make money and have customers or eat Subway behind and stay out of the way.. Apparently, I should have eaten out front.

Back on track.

I was told I was getting written up because I had people behind the counter, and to top it off I had the bank deposit out while we were back there ( I left promptly after eating to deposit it at the bank, WITH Timmy and Logan who I ate lunch with.) which is a cash control problem. Which I understand and said I was in the wrong, but when I asked how I could fix having lunch with family and not be behind the counter I wasn't given any answer and the bottom line they came to was to leave and eat somewhere else.. which is impossible on a sunday since I am the only one working there...

Mind you all of this has happened BECAUSE, Jason lied to me telling me I was HELPING someone out and instead got setup, to get repremended. I make it a point not to lie, I do not like it when people lie to me, and to be lied to from a managment figure, someone I'm supposed to look up to, it made me sick. I left the store after the meeting to head up to my store in New Braunfels to work with Jason until the end of the night. Half way there I can't get it out of my head I feel sick from being lied to and I'm crying my eyes out, I called my mom and told her what had happened, my husband. I was distraut. My mom told me that it wasn't right and I was treated misfairly, and thats exactly how I felt.

So after talking to my mom, I felt a huge rush of relief as I called Rodney and told him my feelings on how everything was handled and my feelings on being lied to. I also told him that I would be unable to come in due to being emotionally unstable, and that I was putting in my two weeks notice.

I quit.

I threw in the cards, I didn't need to have that in my life. So with Fedex behind me, and a new page before me I look to the window and the door behind me closes. I'll get my final paycheck next friday and between now and then I'll be looking for a job at a daycare, or somewhere working with children. I've yet to start college, I never got to take my accuplacer. Expenses, and car troubles made it impossible for me to shell out cash for classes when we need it for transportation. So I figured I'll get some hands on trainging with kids, closer to home, and look to possibly going to school after we put Timmy though school. So Se La Vi... On to Bigger and Better Things, When one door is closed you're at least left with an open window.