A couple of weeks ago, I recieved a phone call from a girl named Patricia. She was soliciting me for a job. Patricia is a beautiful korean-american and is the manager of a Japanese Restaurant. Anyway, she heard, i guess by word of mouth, that i had experience as a sushi chef and she invited to come down for an interview. Well, i went down we agreed that i would start training and work for them full time for a salary, according to my school schedule, etc. A took a couple of weeks to end the job a currently had, and I called Patricia and told her my last day at my old job was Friday, and that Saturday was my first day of availability. So she says to come in Saturday night. Anyway, Friday night rolls around. I'm exhausted from working all day, I have a sore throat, and I get home late to discover my roommates have invited a bunch of people over for a small party. I play it cool and hang out for a while, but then I decide to just pop a couple of NyQuil and hit the sack. After a long night's rest I wake up Saturday morning. A stumble downstairs, shower, brush my teeth, check a few college scores, yada, yada, yada. I decide to go out to my car and grab my cell phone and charge its battery. After the cell is plugged in for a few minutes I decide to check my messages out of curiosity (meanwhile, I thinking about starting work later that afternoon). Turns out, I missed this voicemail from the night before from Patricia basically saying 'Instead of working night, you'll be working all day so come in at 11 am.' Naturally, the first thing I do is look at the clock, and it's 2 pm. So I immediately call her back and am like, 'I just got your message, sorry about that.' Then she comes up with some crap about not coming in at all the whole day, and to come in Monday instead. So Monday I go in there ready to work and the old Korean dude (the head chef of the operation who despite his current situation has made absolutley zero effort to learn either English or Japanese) is still pissed off about Saturday morning. He goes off ranting in Korean for like ten minutes about who knows what (thankfully i don't speak Korean cause he was really acting like a woman). So Patricia gives me the abridged version and says that I can't be trusted and that 'he'll call me' if he needs any help. I'm like, 'So does that mean I don't have a job here anymore?' and they gave me some more crap about being reliable, insultingly adding that 'They'll call me.' My question is: What moral responsibility do I have to check my voicemail? I say none. Now I have no job, tons of bills, barely enough savings, and fall finals are just around the corner. Why should I have to be subjucated to this kind of time-wasting lack of respect for not showing to work at a time i wasn't scheduled for and that I never agreed to, especially before my first shift ever! This is 100% Bull. I think I'll take the advice of Presidente Acosta when he told me one day about employers, 'Remember, THEY always need YOU. You NEVER need them.' I couldn't agree more, Presidente.