The other women was just as bad. She told the girl who left before me that I followed her like a sheep. It was only my second week or so and she came up to the counter in her tie due t-shirt and made juvenile baaa sounds.
Then her husband left her. And she turned even nastier. Saying if I make a mistake I brought it on myself. And blamed me for a ticket that was evidently not my hand writing. And I asked for help as this suit was unsalvageable and she said what am I supposed to do about It, do it yourself.
I coudlnt apply myself to the job. And it wasps closing in on the probation period. I was too afraid to admit defeat. I learned that I could not turn my hand to anything as long as I put my mind to it. I was good at gauging my strengths and limitations before rehab.
But the boss said she needed to talk to me before the day was up. And the younger woman went in to the office. They were cackling like witches. And I have a sneaky suspicion that they were tearing into my souped up c.v. that got me the job to start with.
I had went to a course that included making a professional c.v. and cover letter. It was superfluous and sounded too good to be true. But it worked.
But I knew I wouldn't be kept on. I got home and had a message on voicemail. I ignored it. Then I got a second and thought heck I'll listen. I was offered a place at the other business. I learnt later that it was the manageress at this new business that had suggested to give me a chance.