The situation in the team was escalating, and the boss started getting stressed too. No one wanted to train me, so I learned on my own, and naturally, the quality sometimes suffered. A new mass of innovations was piled on me that wasn't in my job description. Problems with housing appeared when I found out about the sublease I had fallen into. I wrote a petition and went to the employer. Why should a waitress who was so 'needed' have to clean toilets, and why am I only on the official shift schedule for the second week? Why does the contract state free housing when I'm paying $200 a month and getting kicked out by the boss's friends? Why was my work uniform bought at my own expense, which, after 10 days of 2 weeks of 6-hour shifts, only added up to $30 in small change tips... what a pamphlet...!
It just doesn't work like this here, girl.
I realized that alongside the law, there is an unspoken side to it. I tried different methods of discussing problems, but to no avail. So what to do, give up and quit everything? That's not right, you have to fight!!! And I launched a similar campaign solo. Financially, I was already suffering losses, as I never received my $3.25/hour salary.
Don't make such mistakes! Always record your arrival at work and its end, don't clock out before you finish everything along with 'side work', otherwise your labor will be unpaid! When it comes to rent, check the property owner, don't get hooked on subleasing, sign contracts, otherwise you are a nobody.
To calm my nerves on the weekend, I went to Ocean City. My further path came to me on its own - a need for movement arose, and within 5 minutes I was holding bus tickets from Ocean City to Washington D.C. on the day I received my Social Security. I applied for it back in Salisbury, after wandering lost in an empty city without pedestrians for several hours until I found a kind person at a gas station who gave me a ride there)))
At work, I asked the boss to sign a resignation paper that I wrote myself since there is no standard. There was little to take, and I never waited for payment for my labor. I had nowhere to spend the night, but I was lucky to be picked up by a waitress. She drove a Jeep and lived in a trailer packed with expensive equipment and hungry children who eat scrapple from scraps at night and are happy with regular apples from a health food store... Where is this American dream... is this really its manifestation?
I received my Social Security and sat on a huge bag by the ocean. I met a woman from Poland who came there at 19, and now she has a daughter... an American. I also talked to an ordinary homeless man at the station who put every last cent into his mother's surgeries and was left with nothing. I saw a Red Light District right at the exit of the city... Is it all about the perception of life, or maybe that's how it was, I couldn't figure it out. I left, and my road led to Texas and Mexico. I had nothing to lose, and I was lucky to have Mexican friends at the border, or rather a Friend with a capital F...
The plane was from Ronald Reagan National Airport. I got off at the bus station at Union Station and entered a world of tall buildings and very different people, like a Mexican taxi driver who promised the airport for 50 bucks when the subway there costs 1 dollar and 80 cents... I planned the trip carefully, including the subway;)
