Should I feel bad?

My day was pretty interesting. I woke up, gave my mother the list of things we needed at the playhouse. I get a phone call from one of my kitchen kids saying that she cannot come in until 9:00 instead of 7:00. Not a big deal, I'd cover for her. Shortly after I hang up, Norman calls me. "Since you're so unhappy here, you don't have to come in this week. Your replacement is here and I think we're good." Okay, Norman. Have fun.

My mother is pissed, but said she's not going to say anything because she needs the job. He wouldn't even let me finish my rightful two-weeks. Whatever. How is he going to train the new girl? If he was smart about things, he would have had her shadow me the entire week. Yes, I'd like to see Norman suffer, but not the playhouse.

My mother went up tonight to drop off the stuff she shopped for, and to bake the cakes and such for the week. What does she see? The bar is a disaster. Instead of having the three white wines in one sink full of ice, the girl has all the sinks full of ice, and one bottle in each sink. This leaves her no dump sink for mistakes, empties or washing utensils. Her juices aren't out as well. This I could have prevented. Two new guys are scheduled for Cabaret, and had I been there I could have gone over things needed with them. Our Cabaret starts at about 10:15. Our coffee urns must be up and running by 7:00 in order to have hot, coffee colored coffee by 10:15. If not, it's ice cold and looks like weak tea. The urns were not on when my mother left at 9:30. I could have prevented that. There was no bread or cookies for the actors. I usually made the wal-mart runs for that. There was no produce. I did that as well. We have a matinee lunch for 106 tomorrow morning that I coordinate. How is someone who has never done a matinee lunch, with new kitchen kids who also have never done them, going to manage a crowd that is over our usual number of guests? How is she going to over-see the resetting of a tavern she, herself, has never set? It's not something I learned overnight, so how can he expect someone unfamiliar with the entire playhouse to grasp onto something that is complex? (I hung out for a year before working it, and even then, I shadowed Gibbs for a couple of weeks.) I chuckle at the fact that not allowing me to finish my final week was a mistake. Norman didn't think things through. He asked my mother if she could do the wal-mart and produce runs and she said "No. Jessica did that. I don't have the time." Now he's S.O.L, and running around frantically trying to put things together. I was going to put in a liquor order today, but left the number at my house, instead of in my purse like I normally have it. I had planned on heading up to my house before work to place an order, but then I got the phone call. A big F-YOU to Norman now, as he has no Pinot Grigio, two bottles of Merlot and no idea of which liquor company to call. He also doesn't know what beer we get from the beer guy, so that should be interesting.

I also know that if I do not get my full two weeks worth of salary, I am going to raise a big stink. I will take him down if he refuses. There are a number of labor law infractions I can call him out on, and will not think twice about doing so. (The fact that we do not get an actual break while working 12+ hour days is but one...)

Call me bitter, call me a bitch. I'm a person who was thoroughly disrespected, and who takes great pleasure in knowing that I did something at the playhouse.