So. Rita’s. Where do I even start?
Rita’s was my first real job.
I started two years ago when I was seventeen as the shyest “Treat Team Member” you’d ever met.
And now, two years later I’m a Store Manager and strangers no longer terrify me.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved this job. I loved the majority of the people I worked with (excluding a few snarky bitches who definitely got a piece of my mind), I loved making the ice and the entire job itself, and I loved my little regular families that always came in and ordered the same thing and remembered me and would have small conversations with me.
But we all know that I couldn’t work at Rita’s forever. I would like to move out in the next few years and I would LOVE to finally get a more reliable and newer car (I still love you to pieces Cameron, but you kind of suck) and there is just no way I would be doing that on the money I was making at Rita’s.
I don’t want to turn this into a “let’s bash my boss” post and list every crazy or rude thing she’s done to me because that’s tacky and unnecessary, but I will say that it is no secret that towards the end her and I didn’t really see eye to eye on a lot of things and ultimately (for reasons I don’t feel like delving into over the internet) she hasn’t been treating me right for the past six months and I’ve just grown tired of it.
You’ve all read my funny or random stories of Annie and I hanging out at work and me watching her kids and don’t get me wrong I loved all of that, but when it comes down to it, she is just an extremely hot and cold person and in the end, it got to be way too exhausting to deal with.
Part of me wishes that I could just vent and bitch about everything that drove me crazy about her but like I said, it’s unprofessional, and would probably come back to bite me in the ass, which I’d very much like to avoid. Especially since I left on good terms.
So now the question you might be wondering is why the sudden urge to finally quit after feeling like this for six months?
And that is one story that I am going to share because it was absolutely ridiculous.
However, I will try to summarize because this is already turning into a short novel.
This weekend Katelyn, Jeff, and I were planning to go up to Orlando.
This weekend also happens to be the high school’s prom where 95% of our staff goes; meaning literally everyone had requested off.
And long story short, last friday our other boss (the husband, Keith) basically told us that if we went to Orlando, we would be fired and that we were easily replaceable so he didn’t even care.
That pissed me off.
It was all a really unprofessional way of approaching it in my opinion and the fact that he could sit there and say that about three of his longest and most loyal employees surprised me and even upset me.
This might sound boastful, but I worked my ass off at that job and everyone knew it and my coworkers were always reiterating that to me, so for him to sit there and say “fine, go. I can find another person just like you in two minutes” fired me up like you wouldn’t believe.
After two years of me working for you and even building relationships with your family, you can sit there and just say it doesn’t even really mean anything?
I know this sounds lame, but really, it honestly just hurt my feelings.
And this incident was basically the straw that broke the camel’s back.
If he thought I was so easily replaceable then fine, I would give him just that.
So the next day I went in and applied at Carolina Ale House (where my other best friend Hillary works) and basically got the job right then and I start training this coming Tuesday to be a server and it’s all happened so fast and it is so exciting.
So now to the difficult part.
I was hoping she would take it well but there was still this little part in the back of my mind thinking “Oh god, what if she hates me” but then again, she had to realise that I wasn’t going to be working there forever.
Thankfully she took it very well and said she was happy and excited for me and said that I was always welcome back if I wanted to help out over summer and that her and Keith and the kids would even come in and visit me once I get the hang of everything.
It’s definitely going to be really weird not going into that store almost every day of the week and making the ice, and setting the store up and basically just the routine I’ve been living for two years now, and I’m totally going to miss the people I worked with and all the fun times we had, but it’s a much needed change and I’m really looking forward to what’s going to happen in the near future.
I guess this is what they call growing up.