When I looked at the pink violation slip, my heart sank because I immediately thought I had been fired because of the color. You know how it is…A PINK SLIP… I thought for sure that was the end of my job as a teller. However, thank God, my manager gave me her copy. I was supposed to get the golden rod copy and she was supposed to get the pink one.
Oh Boy! Talk about close call…I went into Alicia’s office and told her the summarized version of what happened leaving out the major detail of me about to get married. In short, I just told her that I went to Toledo, got stranded, and had to be picked up. She wanted to know more, but I told her it was a very long story that ultimately because of it, my mom kicked me out the house. She empathized with me but told me that I was being put on probation because this was my 3rd attendance infraction within the last 90 days.
Even if you gave them a heads up, it counted as an infraction. All changes in your schedule had to be preapproved. You could switch shifts with someone just as long as the managers knew what was up. I really was just so caught up in the Toledo scene that I didn’t even bother checking to see who could switch off days with me. Anyway, I thanked her and finished the rest of the shift without talking much to the other tellers.
After I got off work, reality sank back in and I called Keon to see what was up with the Extended Stay spot. He gave me the directions and I met him there. It was on Haggerty Rd. between 8 & 9 mile. It was kind of funny finding myself near where Jason lived. Keon’s friend hooked me up for the week for just a $100. I held the room with my credit card and kept it moving.
Since I was off the next day, I decided to drive into the city to start looking for some apartments. I actually found these decent affordable apartments in the Wyoming/Outer Drive area for $530/mo., but it wouldn’t be ready for another three weeks. I was bummed out about it, but was happy that I at least had somewhere to stay for the week. My mind shifted into survival mode because of the circumstance. If my mom didn’t teach me anything else, she definitely instilled in me the will to survive even if I didn’t want to at times. I just started to network until I could get my feet on the ground.
Keon gave me my space, but checked on me daily via a phone call or a text message. I asked him if I could stay with him the last week in my three week waiting stretch, and I asked my godmother if I could stay with her the second week. So I was covered at least until I moved in. I wasn’t going to have any furniture, towels, or toiletries, but at least I would have somewhere to live. That was the most important thing.
I started soliciting some hand me down items for my apartment. I secured a full-sized bed from my godmother and some dishes from one of my girls. Keon said he would hook me up with a couch from his family room. It was a little beat up in the back, but I decided to take it anyway and put that part against a wall. I could wait on everything else. Just as long as I had my spot, I was cool. I still had to handle the logistics of getting utilities turned on, but things were getting better — or so I thought.