I get along with everyone at work - the doorman is like a father to me. The girls are i are suprisingly close, save for the new girls who everyone is a bitch to - however, i made an exception for two new girls(one had worked there before, and the other was from penthouse in philly - a girl who had worked there and a girl from a great club get a free pass from the bitchiness). We got along really well and even hung out outside of work.
I usually went in to go hangout during the day, and two days ago I had about thirty minutes to burn before i had to meet up with my man. I'm sitting at the bar (not drinking because im not yet old enough) and the girl who had worked there before, we'll call her T, walked up to me and goes:
"Hey Ivy, know where to get any pills? My customer wants to buy some and I want to charge him extra." --We've been raided for drugs before and we have a police man come in every night to check the place out.
"Sorry T. I don't know." Even though I do, I just don't trust this situation nor am I going to sell pills to a customer.
"Well then, can you give me a ride home pleeeeeeeease? I don't have any one else." She lives close to me, I agree.
I call her back on the club phone a little later and to see if she still needed a ride. No, she says, then BEGS me to talk to her custie saying i'm the dope girl and i'm gonna pull up and have her run outside with the money. Nooooooo! I say, but then she says he's onto her and she won't get the money and he's going to tell on her if I don't do this. Then she throws me on the phone with him. "Hey, this is -whatever made up name i told him. I'm T's friend and I'm going to pull up in a minute and just have her run outside with the money. If you go too then they'll think she's prostituting or going home with you and she'll get fired. K?" Then he says something, I hear chatter in the background, he hangs up. I call back a few minutes later and the door guy, who LOVES me, says lemme put her on the phone and he puts on the bartender (his bitch of a daughter) and she says:
"Hello?"
"Hey girl, got everything figured out? Still need me to swing by?"
"Ivy this is the bartender and you DO NOT need to be selling customers drugs!" Then hangs up.
They got questioned, the custie and T, for why I was talking to him and apparently when I went in there earlier I asked him if he wanted drugs (i didnt even speak to the guy!) and called to set up a deal all while T. was trying to stop me. WTF? She made up this BS to cover her ass, and the other new girl, A., jumped in on it and said yea i'm a total junkie and a drug dealer, even though her and her old man buy script after script of pills to sell. They completely threw me under the bus.
T. ended up getting fired, and I didn't find out I was fired until I came in the next day. "IVY YOU CANT BE HERE! GET OUT! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE FIRED?" I told my side, and I have other girls who have my back, my boyfriend who heard T. on the phone telling me this shit, and a clean piss. The owner won't even talk to me, the door guy who loved me laughed in my face, and now the bartenders are lying saying i was getting wasted at work (NEVER!) I told them to check the cameras with this shit, I didn't do a fucking thing and the proof is on the cameras. The owner won't even speak to me and i wasn't even fired in a professional way. They're going to believe a customer and two brand new girls, and T. was fired a while back for, what else - PILLS!
I just don't know what to do. Obviously I'm not trusting any other bitches again, so please don't tell me I was wrong to do that. All the girls there know I don't drink or do drugs, the owner just threatened to call the cops on me unless i left, through the bartender of course, when the manager told me to come back and talk to him.I'm frustrated, i'm crying - i loved working here. What can I do?I'm afraid the manager who was like a father to me won't let me back in to speak to the owner, and i'm afraid the owner will just yell at me to fuck off w/o even hearing my side. The girls tried talking to him, but he wouldn't have any of it. Basically i'm frightened to go back in a week and ask for my job back.
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) and the girl who had worked there before, we'll call her T, walked up to me and goes:
I'm afraid the manager who was like a father to me won't let me back in to speak to the owner, and i'm afraid the owner will just yell at me to fuck off w/o even hearing my side. The girls tried talking to him, but he wouldn't have any of it. Basically i'm frightened to go back in a week and ask for my job back.
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