The Rat Wins

I can't even begin to explain my emotions right now, so I'll just give the facts.

Most of you know of my struggles with the Rat. Just as I have people in my corner, so does he.

But, per our respective personalities, the people we choose to aline ourselves with are very much like us.

The people in my corner are honest, hard working, friendly and loyal.

The people in his corner are much like him, decietful, lazy, rude and will stab you in the back without a second thought.

Perhaps I would have done better to align myself with them.

I arrived at work tonight, ready to go to work. Fifteen minutes early. I check the communication board, as I always do and I see that there is a new schedule posted. I am a bit confused because I don't see my name on it, but, I chalk it up to the fact that I am a manager and they must be going on corperates schedule seeing how I don't see any other manager names either.

I turn around and lo and behold there's the Boss. I ask him about it and he asks me to come into his office. I do. He waits for one of the other girls to come in, which isn't unusual, and he starts off with "There was an incident"

I immediatly think of the other night when I had a go around with an employee because she wanted me to stay up at the desk instead of doing what I was supposed to.

I remain quiet and he continues.

"There was a night where someone from the restraunt asked you if you had a reciept for the food you had and you couldn't produce one. I hate to say it, but my hands are tied. I think we are going to have to part ways"

I'm stunned. I stare at him for what seems like forever and there is a buzzing in the back of my mind. I want to tell him to fuck off, but, the bottom line of it is that I need this job. I need to be able to provide for my family"

Somehow I finally find my voice "What are you talking about? I don't even get a chance to defend myself?"

"Well, unless you have a reciept, there is nothing I can do"

Now, mind you, he still hasn't told me what I stole, or when I stole it, just, that I stole food. FOOD of all fucking things.

"I normally don't keep every single reciept Roger, check my card, I use my card for everything"

"It's been well documented, I can't do anything"

"What exactly am I being accused of taking?"

"Something from the bakery table I think" I fight to recall the last days I worked, considering I was off for two days.

"Here it is, carrot cake" he looks back up at me and I have to resist the urge to laugh. I know in the back of my mind that it is simply a reaction from the stress, but, after two fucking years of living at this fucking place, they are going to fire me because a restraunt person said I didn't pay for FUCKING CARROT CAKE?!

"At the very least I have to suspend you without pay until I have a chance to investigate this further"

"How long is that going to take?"

"I'll know tomorrow"

"Does that mean you'll call me or what?"

"Yeah, I'll look into it and call you tomorrow"

So, I thank him for his time and leave.

As soon as the cold air hits my face I realize how stupid it was of me to say thank you. Old habits are a bitch.

Then I get the joy of coming home and breaking it to Chris.

Saying he was pissed is an understatment. Every aspect of our lives has suffered because of the demands of this job. I worked 20 straight hours one weekend because no one else could be found and when I tried to call the Boss about it, I was told to handle it because that's what he pays me for.

I have the reciept.

I will take it in.

It won't change anything though. Even if he does have to keep me on because I have the reciept, he is going to find a reason to get rid of me. Maybe because I am so outspoken. Maybe because I've questioned his authority, I don't know.

What fucking kills me though is that this is the doing of the Rat, and he will be forever smug for getting me fired. He said it a thousand times if he said it once, he would get my job.

He can fucking have it.

I hope he fucking dies.