Remorse

Not much new to report today. I’m working pretty much all weekend to cover for the new vacancy up there. Yay! (For the vacancy that is; not for working all weekend, although the cash’ll be nice.) I can’t help but feel a little bad, though. (I actually had a dream last night where she’d been struggling to find work and wound getting one day a week at some imaginary ramshackle little place across the street from where I work, and every day she saw us and we saw her and she looked really pitiful and was struggling to make ends meet.) When I was younger, and I managed a McDonalds, I took a certain pride in having fired three people in three months (before I, myself, was fired for an incident involving a grease bucket and multiple state authorities.) But that was a long time ago; I don’t think I could ever be in a manager’s position now, because I would care too much about someone’s personal life. I don’t understand how anyone could callously fire a single-mom with three kids. Well… that’s not entirely accurate, I suppose. There’re only so many chances that can be given, and it isn’t a business owner’s responsibility to continue to employ someone because of their life situation when they keep screwing up. I didn’t like her, and I didn’t trust her, but part of me still feels a little sad. But I suppose there is a difference between having emotions and being ruled by them. My former boss truly was bad for the store, in terms of how she handled the work there as well as the employees, and she had to go. It doesn’t make the situation a friendly one. But we know the things that we should do, even if they aren’t the easiest choices to make. She had to have known that some of the things she was doing weren’t kosher, as much as I know that she had to be let go.