Yeah, so ******* Creamery made a visit to my school and held auditions for ice cream mixers. THrilled to have a job, I went and was approved, ready for most first day of work, I was eager to be able to make some cash. So I go to the orientation, and fill out all of the paperwork and start training. Everything is going good, and as part of the job, we had to sell cakes for our Grand Opening, I went door to door and sold 9 cakes in one day. Next day I fall into a diabetic coma and had to be injected with a glucagon. I was an hour late for work, but I called my boss, ***** ****, to tell her why I was late. I get to work and apoligize profusely then get taken aside by my other boss ****. **** asked me: "Do you want to work at *******, Jason?" My immediate thought was: "Duh, why else would I be training and learning to sing for tips, and Jack***, my name is Jesse" but I said: "Yes, I do, I think that this will be a good opportunity for me. I then got a managers speech, in which I was called a virus and he said I was hesitant and not fit for *******. So after being fired, he says: "the diabetes thing was the straw that broke the camels back." I went inside and got my stuff, told my co workers what happened, and then called my dad to come pick me up from work. Four other people quit, because Chad was such an ass about it. Then when my father comes he pulls my dad aside to have a talk about my "work ethic" and blah blah blah, blah blah. It is all my dad can do to keep from hitting him and the consultant, ****, who watched it all. Then I got my dad out of there saying to him: "It isn't important, ****** **** [******* main competitor in Asheville] has offered me and Alysa jobs." My bosses looked at me dumbfounded and I drove off, thinking of what jack***es they were. They discriminated based on medical grounds, which is illegal in every state in the union. So instead of a lawsuit, I have just told everyone I know not to go to ******, because they are a moralless company. The end.
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