Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Needless to say, I was not amused. I can handle a smidge of PDA when it appears that the people are in love. But this was ridiculous. This guy was all over the girl, & she seemed to only reciprocate because she felt she had to. And the guy was obviously high, drunk, or both. Very bloodshot eyes. So I'm stuck in the line for about 15 minutes, holding my pita bread, texting, with my bottle of Arbor Mist on the ground. I'm doing everything I can to ignore this douchecock, but he keeps looking at me.
Eventually he pays & as he's leaving, he spills part of his drink on the floor & just walks off, leaving the poor cashier who was so overweight she could barely move her arms to clean it up. He then tries to leave through the entrance that is closed at night at a certain time. As I left, they were wandering around the parking lot, looking highly confused.
Humanity, you have no future.
P.S. And yes, I did enjoy my wine. In fact, I drank the whole bottle in about an hour. I'm so classy, I drank it straight from the bottle. My parents would be proud.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
That's basically alls I have to say for now. Maybe post later?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I went to work on Sunday night not looking forward to it, but that's to be expected. What wasn't to be expected was the hatred emanating from the cooks. Apparently, they hate me so much that they can't even function at their jobs, which was suspect to begin with. The broil cook (the guy on the grill) wouldn't look at me or speak to me. Yet. The guy on the fryer didn't say much. The guy on broil, when putting the plates on the expo line under the heaters, he didn't set them down. He kind of flung/tossed them. I found his immaturity quite funny, & the servers were very confused. Then, we were short a steak & I noticed it, but didn't say anything hoping that maybe we weren't actually short one. Besides, most of the temps & sides were the same so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Well, eventually the lack of steak caught up to us & the cook started arguing with me. And it got somewhat heated (eh, pun intended but not a big deal if not). One of the managers got involved & I was getting worked up & he was like, "Calm down. Now, what's wrong?" My response was a heavy sigh, followed by, "First, I hate this fucking job. Secondly......." & something else that isn't important. Eventually, I don't think that manager believed me when I said it wasn't my fault, but whatever.
Later on, we got kind of busy & the cooks were bumping the orders before they were ready, but I wasn't bumping them on my side because, as I said, they weren't ready. This also drives up the ticket times & makes the cooks look incompetent :) Me too, but at this point I didn't care. The other manager takes over expoing & I'm just helping wherever. One of the "nicer" cooks asked for a water & I didn't see any cups so I gave him a to-go cup. The manager then flipped out & asked who gave him that & when I said it was me, he starts yelling at me. Internally I said, "Fuck this shit" & started yelling back at him. And then I accidently hit him in the head with a appetizer/Ultimate Trio tray. Slowly the shift calmed down, but I had completely checked out by that point.
I have got to get a real job. I looked at my checking account tonight & while not horrendous, there is no way at this rate that I'm gonna be able to continue to support myself making $4.50 an hour & tipshare which the max thus far has been $14. I also sell a lot of stuff online but that isn't consistant at all. I finished my resume tonight & I just need the lady at the school to review it & I'm gonna send that bad boy out there.
P.S. I know a lot of people would say I'm being disrespectful by yelling at my manager, but I disagree. I didn't disobey him at all. If he had told me before not to do it, I wouldn't have done it. But by yelling at me that opens up a whole new situation. I don't give a flying crap who you are: you have no right to yell at me or anyone else & if you do yell at me, you're gonna get it back. If you're gonna disrespect me like that, then you've brought it on yourself. Any of the two of you who read this know I'm a very nice person, but I can be a sassy mouth when provoked. That's all this was.
P.P.S. I almost quit but decided against it because I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they were the cause of it. Also, I think it's so funny that these people give me so much power over them & I wanna see what happens with that. This happened when I first started at Jersey Mike's Subs. They hated me so much because I was kind of quiet & not a redneck & tried to get me to quit for a while, & then tried to get me fired by writing me up for stuff I had no control over/wasn't my fault. I knew what was going on & enjoyed how much I pissed them off. I eventually ended up getting along with them, then quitting, then coming back a year later & working off & on when I was in town from college. And then I was gonna try to go back this summer & they said no.
And for worse or worse, it is SOME kind of income until I get something better.
P.P.P.S. During the yelling, my manager said the to-go cups were $1. When he gave me my tipshare silently (minus a few mumbles), I almost handed him a $1. But I honestly could not handle any more drama that night.
Yeah, my ass is probably quitting/getting fired this weekend.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
When I moved down here to West Palm Beach I was hoping an awesome job in my field would just miraculously show up & if not I could get a job doing some other restaurant where no one would be immune to my charms. I ended up going to the 2nd best Applebee's in the area (the best one wasn't hiring, though they loved me & my friend Whit the Clit had put in a good word for me). First negative of this Applebee's is they weren't hiring hosts or servers. In fact the only position they had open was an expo.
For the one of you who reads this, an expo is the person in the kitchen who makes sure everything looks amazing & puts the little dressings in the ramicans & such as. It wasn't my 1st choice by any stretch of the imagination but I figured, just as in dating, that beggers can't be choosers. The 2nd negative of this job is that it's about 20-30 minutes away from where I live, so to give myself time with traffic, I have to leave about 45 minutes early. And I also only get paid $4.50 an hour, plus tipshare that is split between the host/s & bartender/s. So I'm making crap.
After working Tuesday & Thursday for about 9 hours combined, I made $14 in tipshare & most of the $4.50 will get taken out in taxes. So basically, I'm making crap because I'm wasting that on gas.
But this job is really difficult for me, because I'm really having to be assertive & while I can be a complete douchebag to customers that give me sass, I try to be as nice as possible to my co-workers. The thing is is that hardly anyone respects me as an expo. The cooks are supposed to answer me & keep me informed on what's going on & the servers are supposed to leave me alone & stop messing with the food. None of that happens. And I'm yelling for people to run food & I practically have to drug anyone to do so. This job just causes too much stress for the lack of benefits it provides.
Hopefully my resume will be done next week & I can start trying to get my name out there.
This is why everyone loved me.
Back when I had the long hair. An era gone by.
p.s AND the manager made me cut my hair!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
They are on my dresser.
They are on my bathroom ceiling.
They crawl out of my sink drain.
They are occasionally on my pillow as a type.
They are in the kitchen cabinets.
They are in my underwear (I know...)
It drives me crazy. And it's not like I can blame My Giant for this because Lord knows I would if I could. But it seems as if the ants have more of an affection for me than for my tall friend. It's flattering in a way, & I am extremely honored to have this attention, but...there are bugs.
Those of you that know me know I'm a clean person! I hate getting dirty & don't play when it comes to hygiene. I don't want to get an exterminator (the school would take care of it. My Giant checked) because then I'd have to move all of my stuff around & also I feel like that would be more cruel than if I took care of the problem on my own (which right now consists of me either pouring water on them or spraying them with hair product).
And everytime I force one to cease to live, I always think of the poor ant from "Honey, I Shrunk The Kids" & how I cried for hours after that damn scorpion killed him.
Poor little guy. He just wanted to help!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
So, I'm 23 & just started grad school in West Palm Beach, FL. This place is pretty different than anything I'm used to, what with the one way streets, parallel parking, parking meters, & bad plastic surgery. I haven't exactly set the social world on fire yet, but I've met a few people thus far who don't suck the pooch. I'm still trying to get used to the weather here (i.e. humidity), because despite living in North Carolina for 20 years & Georgia for the past 3, this is pretty ridic.
I'm going to go into more detail later, such as when it's not 5:30 in the morn. Since my social calender is free pretty much always, who knows what's gonna happen!