The uniform for my new job is kind of a big deal to them (as it should be, since it's a spiffy place and they have an image to maintain). It's also a huge pain in the ass. Not only is it wildly impractical for serving food and busing tables in, but it's also really hard to find certain key components, especially for women (for reasons I won't go into, the hardest-to-source component of the uniform is commonly worn by a trade dominated by male workers). I checked several local stores, couldn't find what I needed, and ordered two sets from different online merchants, reasoning that one or the other would get here within a fairly reasonable timeframe. In the meantime, I purchased a cheap, nearly-suitable iteration of the garment in question, which unfortunately shrank with each washing, to the point that it went from "almost-okay" to "not okay" by company standard. I was well-aware of the problem, and pretty self-conscious about it, and checking the tracking numbers online every time we had a break, but...the uniform is A BIG DEAL (I kind of think The New Job should either provide the whole thing or at least find a way to make it available to employees for purchase, but currently that is not A Thing). As in, you line up before each shift and might get sent home (or to the back, where there is an ironing board and iron) if your creases aren't crisp enough or you are missing a collar button. I don't fault New Job (which still needs a damn blog name but I'm stumped) for this, after all the employees' image contributes to the prestige and therefore the success of the place where I will only be making decent money if there is good business. But when you're poor and can't just buy another almost-suitable garment every two days until the TWO you ordered arrive, it's a kick in the teeth to be called into the office and told that your clothes aren't up to snuff and you can't continue your training (much of which from tomorrow onward will take place in the public eye) until you address that.
All of which is to say that today I think I set a new personal record for "shortest length employed somewhere before crying at work." Cringe.
Please don't think New Job are a bunch of meanies who are persecuting me. They're not. The moment my chin first quivered, the previously-terrifying higher-up who had been scolding me (she has the personality of a drill sergeant and Takes No Shit) bundled me into the one-person employee ladies' room (honestly I kind of thought she was getting ready to beat my ass, she's that tough) and told me to explain myself, and I outlined the situation and she went into mother hen mode and smooshed me to her bosom and assured me that nobody was going to fire me for being broke and she'd help me pull something together to wear for tomorrow if need be, and offered me free dessert, and was generally just incredibly nice. And then she took a step back, got her warface back on, and said "now don't you tell anybody though, I rule by fear around here" and stalked back out into the employee locker area where my fellow trainees all appeared to be wondering if in fact she HAD beaten my ass. The classroom facilitator, who didn't know what was going on and apparently thought I was just cracking under the strain of the class and all of the information when she saw my face, pulled me aside and was like "don't worry about the test, you'll be fine, honestly you're my best trainee and I am NOT worried that you'll fail so you shouldn't worry about it either!" Which was good to hear.
And then I went home and found that the fucking uniform components had arrived while I was at class, and I lost my shit for nothing.
Tomorrow will be a better day. Right? RIGHT.