|Hazy and dreamy assignment for Beyond Layers|
Have you ever just quit and walked off a job? I have. But before you judge, let me explain.
I was thinking about one of my blogger friends who recently quit a big job. Not knowing the details, I can't fill you in, nor would I. It is her business.
About 7 or 8 years ago, I was pretty much a stay at home Mom to Katie, and step daughter, Meagan. They were both wanting to go to the new high school in Kennesaw, but it was out of our district. The only way they could gain admittance was if I were to work there.
So.....being the good Mom that I am, I applied to be a lunch lady. Yes, I did.
Now, this job attracts nice old grandmothers who are supplementing their Social Security, people from foreign countries who are not speaking good English yet and then there is a rough bunch of women who can't get anything else. It is true. At least in my opinion. And then, there was me. Ha!
Anyway, I got the job and really enjoyed being around food and preparing it. I also loved dealing with the students.
It was hard work and there was a lot of gossip and back biting, but I pretty much minded my own business.
If there was any reason for a union, and I am not especially for or against unions, this place needed one.The manager seemed to take delight in humiliating and driving some of the people. She really cracked the whip, so to speak. No one was allowed to talk during food prep.
After I had been there about 4 years, she decided to crank things up a bit and required that each person was to spend the whole 6 hours washing dishes. This was not in our job description. There was already a dishwasher specifically hired as such. Cleaning, stocking the freezer and refrigerator, preparing food, cashiering, waiting on students, sweeping and mopping ...these were the things that the lunch ladies did.
I took my turn and washed dishes without complaint but it really wore me out. I could hardly walk to my car. We are talking industrial sized baking pans and utensils. It was hard and hot.
The next day, I went into work and feeling raggedy and I guess she thought I was showing a bad attitude. One of the girls came and told me that D wanted to see me.
Knowing what was coming, I cleared out my locker. On the way out I told D's assistant to tell her to "take this job and shove it." That doesn't sound like me, does it.
I guess you might think that I am an irresponsible person, but that would be wrong. I just refuse to be intimidated and abused.
Well, what do you think? Was I justified in your eyes?
Peace, love and happiness of our Lord, Jesus, be with you today and always!
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