So I have
been injected with my Botox, landed myself a live in Pub job in London and
things seemed on the up. Whooooo…….. wait wait that just seemed all too easy. Because
that was…
I was coming
down with something after my hospital holiday and new improved knee. I learned
my bank account had been skimmed money on 2 occasions, nearly 620pounds, which
is nearly double that in aussie dollars was taken so I had to cancel my card,
ring the bank, and then come Sunday after my last shift and instead of being a
good girl, I did what I did best at 18 went out on a massive pub crawl bender,
2 days before I was to move into London. Getting home t something o’clock I
went to the loo and dropped my phone in the toilet, whooo it was working like a
charm, until I did a backup. So Tuesday left me with moving day, still hungover
from Sunday night’s efforts, and had to get my phone sorted,
2 train trips
to Barnes back, trip to Covent Garden apple store (200pounds later) and crook
as dawg… (Google the journeys) then to find the staff accommodation disgusting
like the grosses thing I have ever stayed in. the kitchen, I didn’t start work
till Thursday so I had time to sort my shit out..
Then work
time, woweee not all pubs are as good to work at as the Engineer.
My work
conditions – in my contract in big red capitals letters (key points)
Minimum wage
6.20 pound
No staff
meals for front of house, only kitchen staff, no knock off drinks
Not allowed
to eat or drink in the pub on the day off or after shift
Kitchen for
live in staff is shared with live out staff (Grosssssssss) I took pics it worse
than I can’t even put it into words,
Tips only get
given if they feel the staff deserve them and the till is down no tips. And I
felt like I was back working at McDonalds with all the check lists and rules.
So I quit.
I took a risk
and Quit in hope I was to land a job in London……
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