Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame--
Date: 7/10/2013 2:49:52 P.M. Central Daylight Time
From: EternalLove47@aol.com
World Anti-Yoga Alert--
Anti-Impeccable Timing:
Wrongful Termination At Watershed Cafe
& Still Should-Be-Illegal International Adoption
*Image of Amy Jin in Eka Pada Koundinyasana/Urban Photo Shoot (Phoenix, Arizona)*
All things considered, supplementing the growth of Love Yoga: The Movement from Watershed Cafe here in Dubuque, IA--now, by the way, under not Donahue & national media's fire for being "the most racist city in the United States of America" but the federal government's for institutionalized racism via HUD!--seemed to be going all right. Draining, as usual. But what do U expect when you're way overqualified & over it YEARS ago?!!?
Apparently, the 99% perfect early attendance record, superior customer service, natural love and ability in Food, transmitted via hard work doing everything in the restaurant, non-smoking, mind-body-spirit health consciousness, eco-friendly attitude, & drug, & most of the time, alcohol-freeness, & on top of that, being solicited after my 1st shift, taken out for drinks by Mike Bries, the owner, about potentials in Marketing, Consulting, & Business Development (My natural abilities, inclinations, intentions, & smarts obviously are hidden completely), did me in AGAIN! because I embody teachings about enlightenment, bhandas, breath, authenticity, & SOUL while people with flying "f" words, strip club & porn movie experiences, coming late, wasted, & lazy 2 work take the cake. Literally. Like they'll all be at work today. And after getting hit on on a regular, then asked things like if I wanted any soy sauce with my lunch on break by Breezer's boy who grudgingly came in & helped several shifts in the last few weeks, then had the gall to yell at me when we got busy about, "Come ON, Amy! (Translation: Do the grunt work of 10 people--not 5 while we marvel at how U have the energy to do it in the 1st place)."
First of all, it's "Amy Jin."
Secondly, I'm not a ninja. At least by you. I'm a yogi.
And you've just helped this place join the American Wall of Shame.
July 4th, Mike is absent. He needs a manager but doesn't have 1. Instead, he leaves DAN, who used to run Courtside but was "tired of their s**t," to run the place--probably mainly because I started deferring to him somewhat as leadership when I started there because I told him he looked like my teacher out in L.A., Bryan Kest. The restaurant is dead, so Dan says we're all supposed to clean. He comes in an awkward, dictatorial manner, after I cut up a bunch of onions, that I need to clean "that entire wall," & everything on it, from "there to there" be4 I go.
Well, then we start to get a little busier, so besides bussing tables & taking orders & answering the phone & handling money (The only 1 probably in the entire place who can honestly say I've never stolen anything--ever), I'm trying to ask what or how to clean, for instance, the dough machine.
He gets torked when I ask where the cleaning supplies are. He asks how he would know. Wow, I thought. Another person who can't handle energy or their own stress level & takes it out harmfully on others.
He insinuates, somehow, when I stand there like, "How in the world do U clean a commercial dough machine?" that I'm stupid. Flashback to school, being recruited into IT out of college, & still being there to hear him say it without a scratch on my legal or soul record. I say nothing. "U know, Dan, sometimes it might not be because someone's not smart ENOUGH that they can't figure out a menial task but because they're actually so smart that the menial task is hard to figure out," I said as I walked by when I finally figured out where the broom was. "Yeah, I'd like to see that," he said AT me. "I think I'm showing you right now what that looks like," I said.
This is the same guy I'd had a good conversation with just that morning about the 80's heavy metal screamer band, Ministry, he was blaring when I walked in. On time. Ahead of time.
And the same guy I'd sat & talked to on a parking spot block while we waited for Mike to let us in one day, telling him who I was, where I'd been, & what I'd noticed about Dubuquers missing both the infrastructure, leadership, and opportunity to grow within most businesses I was aware of. I told him that, along with my vision for growing my teaching in this area, I hoped to positively affect tapping the potential of some of the talent and leaders that were literally stuck in this area without any appropriate avenues to share their gifts, particularly within small businesses like the Cafe. I didn't say that Mike had pretty much put out an interest & talked about an offer then pulled it back. Maybe when he sobered up.
So imagine my surprise when perhaps after another sentence of banter about my intelligence level, he SCREAMS in the direction of the front window, "SHUT THE F*#K UPPPP!!! AND CLEAN IT!!!!!!"
I stood up, "EXCUSE me?!"
"That's what I said!" he said--Something like that.
"Wow," I said. Everyone tells me, "Don't call Mike. He's with his family." Meanwhile, this douchebag's threatening to send me home saying, "Don't raise your voice in front of the customers."
So I held it in.
About 30-45 min. later, still cleaning the wall & all the crap I clean AS A MATTER OF COURSE cuz I'm a CLEAN PERSON, I call Sam & Sarah at the house. I say that this country's a fricking joke, & I want to be sent back to South Korea. I'm tired of wasting my time. 2, I call Mike & say I think he's about 2 lose me because on top of being projected onto & told I'm of no value to society or anybody by the people who used to be my adoptive parents, Sam & Sarah Schmelzer, on a regular basis, for years, & then have them saying, "What's WRONG with YOU?!!! (Translation: Why R U not a pee-on sheep like us & the people we like?), I've gone from 1 overqualified, dumbed-down position to another, with co-workers who can't just see that 4 what it is & have fun & compassion for me in the meantime. He says he'll investigate. He asks to talk to Dan. After a while, Dan comes out, quieter, telling me genuinely that "the machine looks good." Then, he follows thru with an earlier threat & sends me home.
The younger people there who I can't relate 2 because I don't have any in or out of jail stories or any illegitimate children say or do nothing in my defense, even though the whole place has become more professional and uplifted since I've been there. Even though I've defended or cared for them in clear ways.
"I just want to make sure it's clear, though," I say to Dan, AND to another girl who works there, be4 I leave, "You call me stupid. And I'm now getting sent home for it." He just shakes his head & blahblahblahs.
Well, imagine my not-surprisedness when today Mike meets me in front of the restaurant. I'd called him over the weekend, actually, & said there were some things happening around the Movement in the area & that I might need to shift or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission & is able to keep herself pure. And tells me he's going to have to basically fire me.
For not stealing.
For being fun.
And genuinely interested in people's lives.
And caring about them, even though I don't know them.
And working while other people go out to smoke.
And fielding their questions & natural interest in the yoga I lead.
And having the mental, spiritual, & intellectual capital to help with forward movement.
For being pretty ideal, actually.
When everyone else is not.
Again, making me the minority.
Until yoga starts to take over the city, awakening more & more people to the bulls**t that's going on & has been devastating our country & hurting more & more people like & not like me. Until most of them R too broken & sad to do anything about it.
I say, "I know I'm overqualified. I know I have authority that I have no title or salary for. And U know what? I'm not asking for that. I'm asking for people to know who I am while I'm here, show some respect, not speak to me in 'f' words, & have some compassion for my situation. Why is that so hard?!!"
All he could say, as he looked down, is, "I don't know."
And Sam & Sarah's response???: Quote of the day from Sam: "Why don't U go live with some of your people? If they want 2 be your family, that's fine."
When I made him repeat that, he stopped dead in his tracks, "That's why U deserve to be sued for everything you own."
I said to tell both sides of the family that--cousins, aunts & uncles, everybody--because they're never going 2 see me again.
He said, "They already know."
I said, "Oh really? What U just said?! Well, you tell them I said, 'Good-bye' and tell them that I SAID to tell them what U just said."
He can't even look me in the eyes--There is still a secret to be aired about he & I.
And they can't figure out how I'm so done with them & parts of this society that even if I wasn't chopped up into 10 million bits in those regards, I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole.
"Why don't U go down & ask Mike why he let me go today?"
No answer, "U don't get along with anybody. You don't listen to anybody."
"That's STILL your answer?!!! Even now?!! After the millionth time I've proven you wrong?!!"
Meanwhile, Sarah's running around issuing her usual, can't-believe-she-was-ever-my-mother insults.
She finally shut up with her constant, "You need to get a REAL job. U need to 40 (or whatever she said) hours per week!!!" when I said, seemingly out of nowhere, "Yoga is going to rise up in this city & overtake all evil and corruption. Including you. It is."
So if you're one of my practitioners, I'd no longer consider Watershed Cafe's pizza "good." Toxic, if not heartbreakingly bad, might be better.
But, in his own words, Mike Bries will help me in any way that he can--recommendations, references, etc. And not just a "good" one but "GREAT!!!"
How in God's name does that work.
Wish me not losing hundreds on the apt. that now the multiple-ish person in MY OWN HOMETOWN has now thrown into jeopardy.
No Mercy 2 Those Who Are Not On My Team.
Koh, Jin Hee
*Image of Amy Jin in Park Bench Prasarita Padottanasana (Same photo shoot)*
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Amy Jin
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
www.WHATITISPOWERYOGA.blogspot.com
Freedom of Movement
to You
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Subject: Re: *+American Wall Of Shame--Watershed Cafe (Dubuque, IA): De LY:TM--W/7.10....
Date: 7/10/2013 3:07:28 P.M. Central Daylight Time
The corrections: "He says in an awkward,..."
"Maybe becuz he sobered up."
"shift (Add: my schedule) or even pull back on one shift & asked what flexibility could be around that. He tells me I've been unhappy, knows about the situation here at the house, knows about the deposit just dropped on the apt. I'm supposed to be moving into on Friday, about all the other selfish Lucifers across the country who could give 2 craps about anyone on a benevolent mission who is able to keep themselves pure.
"to (Add: work) 40 (or whatever she said)"
"But, in his own words (Add: this morning), Mike Bries will help"
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Amy Jin
Teacher of Souls
Teacher of Yoga
www.WHATITISPOWERYOGA.blogspot.com
Freedom of Movement
to You
to You
*To be removed from the Love Yoga: The Movement Database, simply respond to this e-mail and say that. This Database is reserved for Love Yoga: The Movement Love Offerers/donors, paid healing/Spiritual Illumination clients, V.I.P. colleagues, my connections in related industries, regular practitioners of the work itself, and others in the moment becuz I say so.*
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