do not allow back

This is embarrassing to write about but we’re all family, right?  I’ve talked about all my other mishaps, be they spiritual, physical, and social.  Might as well talk about my professional snafus, too.

When I was seventeen, I quit my job as a florist assistant after dealing with dead people, nearly wrecking the company van (on several occasions), and inhaling second hand smoke from my soot-stained boss.  I quickly moved on to be a cashier at a pharmacy.  Things went swimmingly for six months until I sold cigarettes to an underage girl.  The girl worked with the Alabama Alcoholic Beverage Control Board and several agents quickly swooped in and told my supervisor.  I was fired on the spot.

Now, let me explain.

I was fat, pimply, and insecure.  I didn’t have a voice.  I didn’t like to "confront" people.  The girl did look too young but I was too scared to say anything.  I felt a rush of nervousness hit me, a bad feeling, but I ignored it because I didn’t want to come off as rude or suspicious of her.  Yeah, it was my job to be suspicious and check her age but I didn’t think of it in those terms.  I just thought of it as one person dealing with another.

And it was a huge mistake.  All these years later, it still embarrasses me.  No one likes to talk about how they were fired but I was fired for doing something stupid and ilegal.  I look back on it now and I feel like such an idiot.  All I had to do was ask for an ID but I couldn’t even muster the courage to do that.  And because I couldn’t ask a simple question, I was fired and it made my life spin in a different direction.

Cut to a few weeks ago.  A former coworker from my current job called me up and told me he had gotten a position as an assistant supervisor at that same pharmacy.  He said there was another assistant manager position open in another city and he said I should try for it.  I immediately thought of my termination and wondered if I could be hired there again.  I didn’t want to express that to him, though, because it was embarrassing.  So, I shrugged off his offer and made lame excuses and said I wasn’t sure if it was right for me.

The job did sound pretty good, though.  More money.  More hours.  I just had to face that shame again.  I finally expressed my concern to him and he said he’d speak to his store manager to see if I could be hired again.

Two days later, he sent me a text message saying I was on the "do not allow back" list.  I wasn’t necessarily shocked but just knowing it was official was disappointing.  There was the smallest part of me that held out hope.  But that hope was squashed, just like it always is.  Just knowing I’m on a naughty list somewhere makes me feel dirty.  Filled with more shame.

It’s bad enough that the dumb, huge mistake I made ten years ago still embarrasses me, it’s also still holding me back from better opportunities.  I didn’t even ask for the opportunity.  In fact, I avoided it  ’cause I didn’t think it would work out.  Naturally, it didn’t.  But it was like the universe had to bring my bad decisions back around to me, another reminder of mistakes and failures, of setbacks and shame.

A week or so later, I walked into that pharmacy to pick up a couple of things.  I had just come from work and I had on a dress shirt and tie.  A man with an unkempt beard and a limp came up to me and asked, "Do you work here?"

"No, I don’t," I replied.  "I’m sorry."

"Oh, no, it’s okay," he said as he hobbled away.  "Sorry for asking."

I wasn’t talking to you, mister.