Little Pub

Things happen that make us question our self worth. Right now

that's what I'm going through, but instead of wanting to fight,

this time, I wanted to stay down and give up.

Perhaps it's the result of impact shock.

I fell hard, far and fast. So fast I'm still not convinced it happened

and certainly don't understand why it would have happened.

I got a new job a month and a half ago and it, in just a month's time,

had changed my life back to the way I remembered it years ago. Then,

I was able to pay my rent on the first of each month. I was able to walk

into a grocery store without worrying about how much I spent. And best

of all, I was able to take my son out to dinner, to a movie, maybe even on

a day trip to Mystic Seaport, without being concerned about time off and how

much pay I'd loose.

We were happy then. Douglas never worried about where he'd live or if

he'd have food.

But times changed. After a bout with homelessness and being wrung inside out

by the social services system my son developed anxiety and a deep rooted disappointment

in me.

That was the hardest part. Knowing that my son blamed all this instability on me.

Who else could he blame it on?

No matter what I did I couldn't find gainful employment. I always worked, full time, but

what ever I did I couldn't find work that paid enough to bring us back to that old situation,

where we were safe and comfortable.

But then, about a month and a half ago, after once again falling dangerously behind on rent,

requiring town financial assistance to appease my landlord and food stamps as well as trips to the

town food bank to insure we could eat, I got a job at Little Pub Wilton.

I'd tried numerous times to get a position at their location in Ridgefield, CT but they were never hiring.

They didn't need to. Every day and night their parking lot was packed. Their employees

rarely turned over. So, as soon as I saw the "Hiring" sign outside of their construction site in Wilton,

I ran in and got myself an interview.

It went very well and I was soon offered an opportunity to train. I was hired in April and had been working up until this Monday.

All was going well. Very well. And for the first time in years I felt proud of myself again. Proud because I was actually providing for my family again, providing the comfort and security they deserved. My bills were paid on time and my son got new summer clothes without us busting our monthly budget (he grows about two inches every month I swear!).

All seemed so perfect.

And then...

I'd worked this past Sunday and thought it odd that my manager didn't ask me for my availability for the coming week. I brushed it off as paranoia and his being generally exhausted and I waited. But come Monday I began to wonder why I hadn't received a copy of our schedule for this week. I was surprised by a text from a co-worker asking me if I wanted to work for her this Friday night. My first response was "Did you get a schedule?"

"Yes" she responded. I asked her to wait just a little while for my decision while I found out what was going on.

I called my manager and left a message.

He called back.

Turns out I'm no longer on the schedule.

Without warning, without discussion, he no longer has shifts for me.

I begged him to tell me what went wrong, why I'd been fired?! He insisted that I wasn't fired.

I wasn't fired???

He just didn't have any shifts for me.

What? (What was the difference? Was it then more like being laid-off?)

He had to give preferential treatment to those employees that

had committed themselves to full-time work with the company and so had no more room for me.

When I reminded him that I had been hired as part time, that they'd known my schedule limitations, he assured me he understood but that he still had to give any available shifts to others who had more flexible schedules.

So, after a Sunday that seemed like all others I had no more shifts at a restaurant I'd come to look forward to working in four times a week.

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