Now I remember why I hate working.
The guy who is teaching me the ropes, Niles, has a long curly mullet, wears Harly Davidson hats from Wal-Mart, blasts all sorts of shit on the stereo, which just so happens to be about two feet from my ears, sucks. This morning it was Eminem's first album, which is a different kind of rap, because "he doesn't rap about killing people, ya know?" Couldn't have said it better, Niles.
The majority of the time there it's either on classic rock
or the nu metal station . At least the other day I was fortunate enough to hear "Girl's Not Grey" by AFI as well as "Maps" by YeahYeahYeahs.
So far I just feel like a total newb there-- kind of standing around during the really busy parts and fucking orders up when it's slow. We'll say that Niles isn't the best teacher, as I have to ask him a thousand fucking questions on topics he never brought up. At least I'm getting training though. Some other young veteran there, Junior (notice the trend?) said he never received training and was just kicked into the kitchen.
Today was ok, until the lunch rush hit. Nearly every order coming back to us was for fucking fried chicken, or a fucking Oriental Salad.
I couldn't keep up so a manager jumped in. Hey, I still get to use my "I'm new" line for another two days.
There are a few good looking girls there, but only time will tell if something happens. Niles pretty much whistles at every girl and makes dumbass remarks to them all the time. If I were to hit on the girls there, I'd run the risk of looking like him. I made some frequent eye-contact with one my second night. Yup.
While resting on my bed yesterday morning, Goodwill finally called back on my resume and application for their delivery driver position. In my groggy state, I said I already had a job, but I would come in for the interview anyway. I guess I'm just really going to see what they have to offer as far as hours and job requirements. The pay is better ($8.32/hr to $7.50/hr) but I'm already getting into the swing of things at Applebees. Perhaps I can get parttime at my current job and pick up the delivery position? I know I'm jumping ahead of myself.
OK, I'm well aware this is an extremely boring journal entry, but such is my life.
Oh, to spice things up, here's KC's situation: he's working at Sears and a co-worker has been flirting with him. The problem is is that she's 17. He's 21. I've verbally taken him to the woodshed about it, then I told him last year she was considered "statutory rape-bait," and finally "while she's going into her last year of high school, you're going into your last year of college." Fucking pisses me off-- he's at the point where he'll take what he can get, and getting a high school girl is pretty lame.
Bah!
The guy who is teaching me the ropes, Niles, has a long curly mullet, wears Harly Davidson hats from Wal-Mart, blasts all sorts of shit on the stereo, which just so happens to be about two feet from my ears, sucks. This morning it was Eminem's first album, which is a different kind of rap, because "he doesn't rap about killing people, ya know?" Couldn't have said it better, Niles.
The majority of the time there it's either on classic rock
or the nu metal station . At least the other day I was fortunate enough to hear "Girl's Not Grey" by AFI as well as "Maps" by YeahYeahYeahs.
So far I just feel like a total newb there-- kind of standing around during the really busy parts and fucking orders up when it's slow. We'll say that Niles isn't the best teacher, as I have to ask him a thousand fucking questions on topics he never brought up. At least I'm getting training though. Some other young veteran there, Junior (notice the trend?) said he never received training and was just kicked into the kitchen.
Today was ok, until the lunch rush hit. Nearly every order coming back to us was for fucking fried chicken, or a fucking Oriental Salad.
I couldn't keep up so a manager jumped in. Hey, I still get to use my "I'm new" line for another two days.
There are a few good looking girls there, but only time will tell if something happens. Niles pretty much whistles at every girl and makes dumbass remarks to them all the time. If I were to hit on the girls there, I'd run the risk of looking like him. I made some frequent eye-contact with one my second night. Yup.
While resting on my bed yesterday morning, Goodwill finally called back on my resume and application for their delivery driver position. In my groggy state, I said I already had a job, but I would come in for the interview anyway. I guess I'm just really going to see what they have to offer as far as hours and job requirements. The pay is better ($8.32/hr to $7.50/hr) but I'm already getting into the swing of things at Applebees. Perhaps I can get parttime at my current job and pick up the delivery position? I know I'm jumping ahead of myself.
OK, I'm well aware this is an extremely boring journal entry, but such is my life.
Oh, to spice things up, here's KC's situation: he's working at Sears and a co-worker has been flirting with him. The problem is is that she's 17. He's 21. I've verbally taken him to the woodshed about it, then I told him last year she was considered "statutory rape-bait," and finally "while she's going into her last year of high school, you're going into your last year of college." Fucking pisses me off-- he's at the point where he'll take what he can get, and getting a high school girl is pretty lame.
Bah!