Moral Ethics

Last semester I took two Philosophy classes.

1. Intro to Ethics

2. Intro to Logic

I ended up getting dropped from my Logics class due to my irresponsibility and quite honestly, the class was a bit difficult.

The Ethics class, however was right up my alley.

There seems to be a universal question that is asked by all professors during an ethics class. The way you answer the question can determine the level of how ethical you are.

You work with a friend and realize that your friend is stealing from the company, what do you do?

A. Talk to your friend

B. Snitch on your friend to the supervisor

C. Turn the blind eye

During the discussion in class, I thought to myself and decided that I would take the approach of talking to my friend first.

Apparently that isn’t what I should do. The morally ethical thing to do is to go to the supervisor and inform them.

The reason I bring this is up is because it is the reason I quit Vibe last weekend.

There were other factors in making my decision to NOT work at Vibe, but the main reason was because of my tolerance to working with unethical beings.

It all started when I got asked to come back to bartend back in December. I came as a favor to my old co-workers since they needed another bartender.

The first night I worked, she was a bitch and super angry because the club hired me.  We ended up being short in the cash register at the end of the night.

I know for a fact I didn’t miscount money. 1. I didn’t drink. 2. I’ve been working at the same bar for 2 years prior to that. 3. I’m not stupid.

I was stumped and irritated at the end of the night. A new co-worker and a new manager and the first night I work, we’re short.

I didn’t think anything of it. Thought it was an honest mistake, on her part of course.

In the next few months there were several instances where we were short in the register. Sometimes it was a small amount, one time is was $80 something dollars!

I was starting to get annoyed.

Not only did we have issues during close out, but the bitch that I worked with was fucking slow.

When I was managing the bar, we were out of there no later than 2:15am, on a slammed night. With her counting the money at the end of the night, we were getting out at 2:30am on a slow night.

And when I was working, even though I was the manager, I cleaned up with the other girls and then counted the cash and tips in front of them so they would see exactly what we made. This bitch just counted the money while I cleaned everything, for MONTHS!

I didn’t mind at first because I knew she thought she had seniority (which she didn’t) but since I’m a nice person, I figured I’d let her think she did.

And after all that has happened after the new management arrived, I know now why she took her sweet ass time counting the money. So she could clock in the minutes and get paid more. What a shady bitch.

When we got a 3rd bartender, my job was on the line because I was only working 1 night a weekend. I offered to come in twice since I wasn’t ready to leave. After weeks of working among the 3 of us, and the new girl only getting partial tips, the manager told us to split the tips equally. The bitch got super pissed and made a fuss. That night we ended up making around $250 each. At the end of the night the bitch pulled me aside and said, “We could’ve made over $300 each!” I agreed and we all went home.

The next weekend she pulled me aside at the beginning of the shift. This time she suggested that we give her less in the cash tips. I asked, “really?” cause I was a bit puzzled but intrigued at her audacity. Regretfully, I didn’t inform the supervisor at that moment and even more remorsefully I didn’t stop her.

This went on for a weekend. Luckily, we had an issue come up at work and the bitch and I weren’t on speaking terms.

I felt guilty but now I couldn’t say anything because I participated in this scheme. I don’t know if she shorted her after the incident and even short me since no one paid attention to her counting the money.

At that moment, I realized I didn’t want to work at Vibe anymore. At the end of every night, the new girl would clean, I would help the back manager do credit cards for the waiters and the bitch would count the money. I knew she was giving us less. She would also go out to the club and sell shots and probably pocket the cash as well. During this time is when I realized that she probably stole the money from the register to make it seem like I was incompetent of counting cash when I first started.

During the first few months, she would constantly complain about how the club didn’t need 2 bartenders and how she would be making so much more if I wasn’t there and would go on and on about how she felt under appreciated.

Everything made sense. She was the cause of the missing cash in the register. How could she not be? How could I not come to that conclusion after everything?

We worked the following 2 weekends and I didn’t speak to her once. I was disgusted and annoyed and hated my job.

Thank god I was leaving town for 2 weekends.

During my time away, I thought about the position I was in and felt uncomfortable to be working with someone so conniving.

I knew that if I worked there any longer I would stress myself out and would hate coming into work.

The first night I came back, after my vacation, I told the managers that it would be my last weekend.

The Friday night was dreadful. During the night when she went off to sell shots around the club, and I know she would be pocketing some of the money. At the end of the night when she counted the cash, she probably did same.

I just took what she gave me and went home.

The next night was suppose to be my last day at Vibe. Due to filming, I didn’t make it.

I’m so glad I don’t have to see the bitch again.

And to the new girl, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t vocal about the shady business going on.

 

So I guess I’m not as morally ethical as I should be, but I came to my senses and took myself out of the situation.

 

The moral of the story, don’t assume the best of anyone because most people are only watching out for themselves.

I didn’t realize I was being burned until I saw her do it to someone else.

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