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 come to work as they please and
cashiers who come 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 pink slip) 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 occasional 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 froze 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?”
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 come to work as they please and
cashiers who come 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 pink slip) 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 occasional 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 froze 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?”
