I was diagnosed with ADHD, ODD, and Depression at the age of 8. This is the story about my struggles to fit in. Maybe it will help someone but maybe it will help me the most.

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Saturday, March 12, 2016

Struggling with the Job and ODD

Event took place Monday March 07, 2016 noonish

So its not like me to want to walk out of a place of employment.  I like to get a job and stay there as long as I can.  But recently there has been some big struggles in my job site.  I worked in a fast paced fast food restaurant people know as Moe's.

I started about April of last year in Branson.  It was a fun environment very fast past. There were days i'd not step away from the register because it was customer after customer.  I loved the fast pace of it all.  I'll admit am not always the best employee you give me a list i'll get it done.  I was however trusted, I knew managers codes to deal with customers.  And even though I had the ability and know how to do things they trusted that I'd not abuse that privilege.  I would always get a manager for manager approval if it exceeded what I was granted permission to do on my own.

But with tourism coming to an end for the year business went down.  So I volunteered to transfer to Springfield to help out there over the season.  Man was that my first mistake.  As first I did both i'd work 4hrs on Monday in Branson than turn around for another 4hrs in Springfield. Just an idea of difference in the business of the stores is Branson 4hr shift was about 4-600$ and Springfield was about 2-400$.  It became a my store your store battle.  And me not knowing everything because I was sole register or lobby.  Branson was to busy for me to cross train so the idea was to be crossed in Springfield.  Well it never happened.

Instead no matter how many times I asked them over and over to train me the way they wanted me to be there.  I was left to fry chips and taco bowls and taco shells.  Being treated like you can't do anything. Being yelled at and pushed out of the way.  Being told everything you have done for 8 months is wrong.  *Explain to me how same company, same franchise can have such different policies.*  I was never given my own register I had to use others.

So when you work for a company that so stick with food cost and waist.  When I started seeing people take food and leave without paying.  I did the right thing I told Management especially when 10-20$ worth of food would walk out the door.  Its not so much that it was free for them anyways but it was not accounted for it.  Seems like nobody cared because I went from 25hrs to 9hrs a week.

The last day I worked was a Monday the most busies day of all.  MOE MONDAY is what we call it.  I've not been right in the head starting to get depressed, unworthy of anything.  I had talked to my manager on Saturday  and told her where I was mentally on things.  And she assured me we be able to work though it together.  So i'm on register helping a guest with 4kids meals and two burritos.  I'm ringing in his order and basketing up the kids meals.  When the shift leader comes over starts dictating to me what to do. "Why don't you get your baskets ready"  *I have already waiting on the kids quesadillas.  "so get those over there.  *i'm trying to get the kids meals out firsthand you tell me not to walk around people.          So than he takes the scoop away from me and stands in my way from getting the rest of my meals ready. When the line clears I go to stock the kids cups because there out. And he comes to pull me to the back to lecture me.

"come here we need to talk" is what i'm told as i'm trying to get things ready for the next rush we get.  I goto the back and he stands there.  In a tone one would talk to a little child he goes.  "Do you have issues with people in authority," flailing his arms around half bent over mocking me on my height.  He accused me of yelling and being rude and having an attitude.  So I asked how when I have to talk louder for lack of voice, and my hands are by my side.  He kept pestering and going on and on flaring his monkey arms at me.  And I couldn't do it so I threw my hands up and said you know what i'm done i'm not doing this i'm going home.  As much as it kills me to give into what they wanted.  I feel its been the best thing for me.

My second job giving me more hours and better pay.  I can focus now on school more.  I have no regrets I wish things didn't happen the way they did.  I tired for almost 4months and it was just one after another.  I asked for task lists and to be retrained. and was even told that the manager would work one on one with me  I only got one day and that was that.  Nobody cared to communicate with me.  I'd come in to things changed and the register being changed and nobody would say anything until after a refund needed to be made.

My conclusion is with my struggles to cope I can not work where there is no communication, and where nobody is willing to take me under there wing to guide me in the path they wish me to achieve. I need to be shown things like a child would learn something new but talking to them as an adult.  You want my respect it must be earned.  Once one earns it you have my undoubtedly loyalty.




On March 13 I visited the Branson location and found out that Springfield spread like Wildfire the fact that I walked out.  But hide all the facts that lead up to it.  Nothing irritates me more than people talking and gossiping about why people leave or get fired.

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