Hi everyone, I can't say I am too happy to be on this board, but it is what it is. I lost my job about a month ago and my family is really starting to feel the strain. To make a long story short, I was a restraunt manager and a private club and was there for a little over a year. We got a new manager and I got demoted to "assistant," I was actually fine with that. She got "little man's syndrome" and became a complete tyrant. I did excatly what I was told for awhile, then I started making my own suggestions concerning sales and what not--completely within my job description. The more ideas I came up with the more she shot me down, so I learned to shut up. During this whole time I had been in contact with my Dr and I was very honest about my mental illness with her. (big mistake) I never was late, never took time off --nothing. I never did anything to give them any reason to fire me. Well Sept 8 I told her that I was starting a new regiment of medication and that I might be a little moody, but I was actually going to get much better, it just takes a little time to stablize the meds. Anyway exactly one week later, I got called to the carpet, the owner and her sat me down and said it was best that we part ways. They said they were not going to walk on eggshells with me any more. Mind you I am human and not one person I know is in a good mood every single day of their life. I was absolutly shocked, I was honest, I was dependable, and I was very loyal to the company. In the end, I said Ok, (why fight it--plus I was so shocked that I couldn't think of anything to say.) I just think it was way to concidental that I tell the head manager of my illness (bipolar) and exactly one week later I got fired. The first thing my husband said was that they didn't want to pay the insurance. Makes sense to me...now I am still waiting on unemployment and have started to look for another job. I was devasted for a few weeks, but now I am just muddling through. I am glad to have found this board, I know I am not the only one struggling. My families income has literally been cut in half. I have one frozen pizza in the freezer and condiments in my fridge, we get paid Friday. I guess I am going to have to ask my parents for some food until then. This sucks so bad. When I get my unemployment, things will be a little better, but we are learning the hard way the difference in what we need verses what we want. Thanks for reading my story and I hope that we can help each other.
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