I can honestly say that at 45 years old, I must have the suckiest job in the world. I manage a grocery store in a small California town. I have to be at the store at 5 in the morning just to prepare for the usual morning rush. And to make the matter worst, I have employees who have little or no respect for their jobs. I have stock clerks who comes to work as they please and cashiers who comes to work when they're ready. But there is one cashier that used to cause the most problems. That is until we reached an agreement. Her name is Shawna.
Shawna is a 20 year old African American brat. She had only been employed by me for 2 months and already she missed 4 days of work without calling in. I had no choice but to begin the process of terminating her employment. I was already in the process of filling out the paperwork (the dreaded pinkslip) when she reported in for work. Ironically, she was already 20 minutes late for work. She entered the employee lounge, where I was waiting, to punch in for work. She managed to punch in before I could prevent it. "Shawna", I said, "have a seat, we need to talk."
"Okay Mr. Martin. By the way, I apologize for being late again.", she said as she sat across from me. No matter what the issue is, I never enjoyed firing anyone. But I presented her record of offenses to her. Her tardiness, absences, and occassional cash shortages were discussed. Needless to say, she became defensive. Now this was going to get harder, so I thought. Then, just as she could see it coming, I showed her the pink slip and told her, "I'm sorry, Shawna, but I have to let you go."
"No, no Mr. Martin. Please don't fire me. I got 2 kids to take care of and my boyfriend is going to be pissed if I go home and tell him that I'm fired.", she said. I could tell that it was painful for her as I began to notice tears welding in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Shawn. That's all I have to say. It's been nice having you work here." I stood up and walked to the door. Just as my hand touched the doorknob, Shawn jumped up and in desperation she said in a louder voice than normal, "Alright Mr. Martin. I'll do anything you want if you just let me continue working here." I frooze in place. This was not the same Shawna that I knew. Shawna was often quiet and would keep to herself. When I turned to her, she realized what she said and collected herself. For that short moment, I realized how horny I was since I hadn't been laid in a month. I walked back to my chair and sat down.
"What are you trying to say, Shawna."
"No, don't misunderstand. I just want to prove myself. I'll come in earlier everyday and"
I stopped her before she could finish, "Nope, how bad do you want your job?"
"Mr. Martin, I know what you're asking but I'm sorry. I can't do that. I'm not that kind of a woman and besides, my boyfriend would kill the both of us if he knew."
"That's not my problem, Shawna. I got my job and you want yours back." By then, she got very defensive.