When I was fourteen I got a phone call from my mother after school asking why I was telling rumors about Jessicah. For most of my freshman year of high school, Jessicah had been my best friend. I don’t remember exactly why Jessicah had turned on me, but I do remember she and a few other girls who rode my bus had started to make my life very difficult in certain spaces. Anyway, Jessicah had told a close friend of my mother’s that I was spreading a rumor around that Jessicah had put razor blades in my backpack. When my mother called me to ask me about it, I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn’t even yet know about this rumor that I was apparently spreading. Also, why in the world would it even occur to me to make up a lie like that. I hadn’t even found any razor blades in my backpack. That wasn’t even a thought that had come into my head.
The next morning before school, I was digging through my backpack looking for a book or something, and at the bottom I found a plastic container with razor blades in it. I think they were replacements for exacto knives or something. How did they get there? Oh right, obviously Jessicah had put them there, expecting me to find them sooner. So she started a rumor that was actually true. But I never told anyone that Jessicah put razor blades in my backpack. Not until after I found them. And I got the school involved. I got the “authorities” involved.
She was putting razor blades in my backpack because I was and “emo” girl. We all had our “emo” fazes. And everything else that comes with that doesn’t even matter anymore, because that was more than 10 years ago. We are grown up now. Adults don’t make up stupid rumors about each other out of malice or embarrassment. We put the past behind us a long time ago.
Last year I worked for a local food delivery company called Shoals Takeout to bring in some extra money. For the most part the job was really fun. I got to drive my own car and listen to podcasts. We worked for tips. But none of or mileage was reimbursed, and since I don’t know the laws, I wasn’t aware that that’s technically illegal.
I left that job in December. There was too much going on in my life. Trying to work a second job when your main job is Starbucks during the holidays is almost suicide. I was constantly stressed out. I was tired. I was depressed. I was scheduled more than I had originally agreed. And there was very little help when customers refused to tip or were unreachable. But none of that matters now, because the past is in the past.
Right before I went to Europe with my dad last year, I went to do my cash drop in the Shoals Takeout office before I went to work at Starbucks. We had to do our cash drops on our own time, but the office was only open certain hours. I worked two jobs, so I didn’t often have free time to do my cash drop during those open hours. I was leaving for Europe the next day and I had 45 minutes until I had to be at Starbucks, and I knew the office was open. I walked in the owner yelled at me, because the time I chose during their open hours, the only time I had to do my cash drop and give them their money, because I was leaving for Europe, just happened to inconvenience her. Even though I didn’t even say anything or need anything from her. I should have just quit then and kept the money, but I would have felt too guilty. Because I’m a nice person. Fairly.
So, like I said, I finally turned in my 2 weeks notice in December. Every time I went into the office they weren’t in the office, so I had to send my notice via Groupme, which wouldn’t have been my first choice. However, since that was the way I was forced to do it, I have proof that I left that job by my own accord, in a peaceful manor.
Last week Bobby and I went to trivia and saw one of our former coworkers. We discussed a lot of things and generally had a good time. But we also talked about frustrations with our former workplace, and questioned whether we would be reimbursed for all our mileage, since we had heard that another employee was getting his backlogged mileage reimbursed. However, he was still with the company, while we were gone by that time. I’m not fighting for it, but it’s still a conversation we’re bound to have when we’re together. But I also found out something else. Apparently, even though I gave my notice when I left, Shoals Takeout has been telling people that they fired me. I guess they were embarrassed to have lost too many good employees. It is pretty embarrassing, when you think about it. You have a great company idea but no people skills, so everyone quits because you’re rude to them. Maybe I’d make up lies too. Except I like to think that I’d be a better person.
I thought we had left childish rumors behind in high school. I thought southern people were supposed to be raised with better morals. I thought parents were supposed to be more mature. I thought a lot of things. But I’m not always right. I can be mean too. I’ve never been fired from a job. But I can fire some shots. I can rant on twitter. I can be a child too.