OK, well not really.
“Amy” has been re-hired. In fact, she was working tonight. I was supposed to work with her tomorrow, but I found somewhere else to be and gave away that shift because if I never see her ever again, it will be too soon.
(cross-posted from my lj cause I’m tired of re-hashing):
“Amy” sent me a letter, with Stephen’s seal of approval, saying that no one believes me when I tell them that I saw her with my own two effing eyes, smoking and snorting heroin at work.
This letter isn’t really the problem. I know that the letter is not about me, or for me or to me. It’s about “Amy”, and she wrote it for the benefit of Stephen, so that he could see, on paper, the same “Oh poor me, I’m so persecuted, how could you make up that stuff about me” crap that she’s been feeding everyone since I actually told. I know they’re all eating it up. Apparently, they all went to a barbecue that she had on Saturday. They all make me sick. They lie and lie and lie to me all the time. I have never hid my feelings about Amy, not when I liked her and not when I hated her. But they all hide their feelings about me from me. They are liars and snakes and manipulators.
Stephen should really know better. He’s supposed to be professional. And it is NOT professional to bring the whole Amy thing up again when I have made it clear that I wasn’t going to spend any time on it anymore.
… I did take a lot of abuse from them, but being called a liar, by my boss, in front of all my co-workers, is not something I will stand for. Not ever.
…Next week may very well be my last one at that Subway (knock wood). Thank God I can leave all those two-faced bastards behind. It is just so enormously insulting that despite never having changed my story, swearing up and down that every word was true, and always being loyal, responsible and honest,in every dealing I had with the store and the people who worked in it, everyone chose the heroin junkie over me. Even people I thought I could trust.
(back to me)
The end of the story is that Amy backed out of the Sunday shift (surprise!) and they want me to replace her. Not a chance, motherfuckers! Get yourselves out of the mess you made yourselves when you took the word of a junkie over the word of an honest person! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Wish me luck at the job interviews I have next week!