Got some bad news when I went in to work today; the owner has sold the place, and Monday will be our last day. On top of that, the new owner won't be keeping it as a restaurant, after all. It's going to be a tobacco shop.
So, unless I want to sell smokes ( I wouldn't want to do that anyway....my dad died of lung cancer) and rolling papers for a lot less money, I'm out of a job. And at Christmas, nonetheless.
The owner has been trying to sell it for some time, I have, in all fairness, to admit. But we all thought we'd have some notice as to when it'd actually be coming down. And it was supposed to stay a restaurant. Nope. It's down. And it's not.
He wants out and doesn't care who he has to step over to get there. So, we have about 20 people facing Christmas coming over the hill with no job.
If it had been me, I'd have asked the new guys if they could wait at least until after the first of the year, so my people (after all,one woman has been there thirteen years....and now has nothing to show for it. Shows how much we meant to him as people, I guess) could get past Christmas before kicking them out on their asses.
A little severence pay might have been nice, too, considering the circumstances (I might think differently if it were June or July).....after all, the guy's worth several million dollars, and he and his partner got over $700,000 for the land, building and the inventory they sold off to other restaurants. Divide a couple or three grand of that between everybody to see them over the holiday bumps, you know? Nope. Nothing. Thanks for the memories, folks.....seeya. Wouldn't wanna beeya.
On top of that, his business partner had the kindness and tact to tell us that he would be spending January in Florida.
So, while the rest of us are out in the cold, job-hunting at the worst time of year to be doing so and hoping to keep our gas on, he'll be basking in the rays. Nice of him to flaunt that, huh?
Besides all this now, my wife is fearing for her job, because the Grim Pink-Slipper has been appearing in her office quite frequently, letting a lot of people in her department go. Never rains but it fucking pours. She wonders every day if that's going to be her day.
I still have my second job, but it's only part-time, maybe ten or fifteen hours a week. Sometimes less. Just to make a little extra money.
I hate this shit. I had a shitty Christmas a couple years ago because I got screwed out of a good job I'd had for years, and now this.
Well, back out I go; wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.