A little background story.

Oh my little munchkins I wish to tell you a funny story, but to tell that story I must first tell this one. 


Flash back to two years ago, I was just around 18 second semester in college and working at one of my favorite places ever Shaw's, yes the supermarket. I was a lowly produce clerk, you know stocking up lettuce strategically arranging the bananas, chopping watermelons into tiny little bits with a giant knife, normal stuff. Anyway I was there one night stocking le bananas when a guy I would place around 22-23ish starts talking to me. 

How I used to deal with talkative people.

At first he asks about normal stuff i.e. where is *insert benign produce item here* or how is the produce business doing? But then he doesn't stop talking, I'm inching back with my cart of healthy eats trying desperately to get back to the BOH where this conversation can finally cease. I'm no more than five feet away from freedom when he reveals the reason this awkward conversation has lasted a full 20 minutes, to ask me out. 

Now don't get me wrong I was flattered up until that point I had been propositioned by a grand total of two people, my current boyfriend among them. So I let the guy down gently telling him that I was involved but was flattered and said a hasty adieu. I being a reasonable person thought that would be the end of the incident. No such luck.

The creeper factor was somewhat akin to this.

Over the next year that I was working at that lovely grocery store, he kept popping up, and starting way longer than appropriate conversations, which could only be stopped by me walking away or someone else looking vaguely like they needed help,and even then sometimes he would just wait around to talk again. It got so bad that I started ducking behind things or just finding something productive to do in the BOH when I saw him coming. Eventually I had a friend in a different department page me away when he saw him talking to me for more than five minutes. Now I'm not saying he wasn't a nice or good guy (hell I really don't know him) but  he was a bit much for me, and I thought that when I switched jobs that would be the end of this happy little situation. Oh how wrong I was....

So.... Not fired?

In my last post I told you guys about the Panera Indecent where they called my in the middle of my school day telling me that I needed to be in school. My phone being on vibrate I ignored it, and didn't get their message for hours after. Since I was angry at the time, I didn't bother calling back and was fully expecting to be fired for a no-call-no-show.

Thus I went to work on Friday expecting at the very least a good talking to... Instead I'm pretty sure I entered the twilight zone. Not a single manager mentioned it at all. not. a one. Which trust me is as weird as it gets for panera. I've had manages give me a talking to for leaving the bakery for more than a minute. So the complete absence of acknowledgement of them even calling me was way too bizarre. I even checked my messages afterward to make sure that it HAD happened. 

To sum up, I'm still employed. Apparently on Tuesdays I live in an alternate dimension. Panera be crazy.

Your Fired!

So, I may well have gotten myself fired from my job at Panera Penitentiary Bread this Tuesday, but as I have not desire to find out definitively at this moment, or the seer enormity of the shits I do not give about that place at the moment I'm not calling to find out. You see as wonderful and yummy their food is, they absolutely suck as an employer. 

Take the food and get out.

They were fine my first semester with them, I was taking all online classes so my availability was wide open, I worked a ton made decent money, and for the most part the managers were nice. But then I started taking classes in the actual school again and that is when they started getting bitchy, blatantly disregarding my schedule and having me find a replacement when I couldn't work because I was in class. I gave them a months notice to change when I worked each time, so I wasn't being unreasonable. Now I've transferred schools and am trying to get more involved, buff up my resume perhaps spend some time studying abroad, you know normal end, of university stuff. So my schedule got a bit tighter, and I told them I cannot work Tuesdays (three classes plus an acapella group) Again plenty of notice, everything should be fine.. Pah...

Yes I AM that dorky 

Fast forward to this past Tuesday where rehearsal is just starting, I feel my phone vibrate and I ignore it, I was a bit busy at the time. When I get out I see that I have a message, from who else Panera, telling me that its o'clock (actually it six a few hours had passed) and that they hoped that I was on my way because I was late. Which is, complete bull crap,  I wasn't on the schedule for that day, and four is way before my availability for Tuesday was before I joined the club. I was just so sick of their crap I didn't even bother to call them back, and they didn't call again. 

So as for me being a no-call no-show I'm pretty sure at the very least I will be written up, or fired. And sadly enough, I'm kind of hoping for the later, I swear I am just that sick of that place. So here is to hoping they go Donald Trump on my ass.

Your Free!