Well, I am here again to spill out all of my thoughts.
I hate going to work. I don't know if I've mentioned that lately. But I absolutely despise it. And let me tell you why. Here's a list that I compiled in my head tonight, just so I could come home and share it with you all for entertainment purposes.
1.) MANAGEMENT
My bosses are brother and sister. Breck and Connie. Both of them are kind of... dumb. Most of the time. They can be really sweet. But really dumb. For example, tonight Connie raised holy hell because one of the thousands of televisions in the bar area wasn't working. Granted, it was the only television not working. It was just a black screen displaying some kind of message about how the bill wasn't paid or something and service was disconnected, and to call such and such a number for assistance. So she came up to the phones, called the number plastered on the screen, and waited on hold for 15 minutes. She got pissed and hung up and called back. Mind you, by doing this, she is tying up one of the two phone lines we use for taking customer orders; therefore, she is making us lose business. I suggested calling them on a cell phone, and she just stared at me. Another example of my frustration occurs when a customer calls and complains and asks to speak to a manager. When I attempt to hand the phone off to Connie or Breck, they always say, "Well, uh, just tell them that... *fill in the blank with chosen excuse as to why order was late/cold/messed up.*" They make ME deliver the message even when the customer asks to speak to management. I always have to be the bearer of bad news, and I just take the fucking order. I don't make orders. Or ticket them. Or deliver them. But whenever there's a mistake, it's ALLLLLLL my fault. Then the other half of management consists of Jeremiah, Abbagale, and most recently, Chris. This Chris fellow was hired a month ago, and he is ALREADY a manager, which I think is a little screwy. Anyways. Jeremiah is a hard worker... I will give him that despite my personal feelings towards the man. But he also fucks around and teases people in the kitchen despite the fact that he is, on average, at least 5-7 years older than 90% of the kitchen staff. He is pretty immature most of the time, and when he's in a bad mood, boy howdy. Yet whenever I seem disgruntled, he acts like I am the world's biggest bitch. OK. Done talking about Miah now. Abby is okay but she doesn't actually do any physical labor when she is there. She sits at the bar, talks to friends, eats food, flirts with the bartender who is her off and on boyfriend... etc. I like her, but geesh. Manager? I think the title is slightly inaccurate. "Glorified employee" works better. Chris seems to be okay, but what the hell? I don't understand how the guy is a manager. Just an opinion.
2.) DRUGS/ALCOHOL
Not to sound harsh, but I work with a bunch of fucking potheads and alcoholics. Everyone, EVERYONE there drinks and parties except for me. Every. Single. Person. Troy, who works in the kitchen, is a sweet kid, but he deals drugs out of the fucking restaurant. Questionable people are constantly coming in, asking for him, stumbling incoherently into the kitchen, asking for money, asking for "some of that." Chuck, one of the waiters, pulls him aside all the time and whispers about how much it would be for this or that. Troy is sixteen, and I find this sad. Levi is hung-over most of the time. Mandy, a waitress, just turned 21 a few months ago, and drinks after work to the point of shit-faced-dom every single time she drinks. She misplaces her purse. She stands on tables. She screams and mumbles. She is the stereotypical annoying drunk. I get really tired having to be around these people so often. They are nice for the most part, but their constant mentioning and partaking of the party life sort of, uh, annoys me. There's so much more to life than getting sauced/high every day. Just a thought.
3.) PEOPLE THAT CALL AND ASK FOR OTHER PEOPLE
Every time this happens, I want to slaughter on the spot. People, random people, random stranger people, call the restaurant. I answer. They ask, "Hey, is Bob there?" Me, "Uh... is Bob an employee?" They say, "NO! Bob's at the bar/Bob's eating with his friend Jill/Bob's somewhere in the dining room." WHAT THE FUCK?! We don't have a paging system. We don't take people's names and physical descriptions at the door. We don't go up to every single person in the restaurant and ask them if they are Bob. ARGH! I FUCKING HATE IT! What kind of idiot calls a restaurant, a busy packed bar-esque restaurant with tons of customers and about 50 employees, and expects you to know if someone they know is there? Just a question.
4.) LACK OF RESPECT/APPRECIATION/KINDNESS
I am generally treated like a worthless employee. Sure, I sit more than most of the people who work there. I don't have to roll dough or fill dressings or work the oven or deliver food or mix drinks or wait on tables. And when we're dead, I literally do nothing. But I have to deal with customers more than anyone else, even the waiters/waitresses, on a nightly basis, and I get blamed for every discrepancy. Also, I have to read the list of the 20 different kinds of subs we have time after time. I have to tell people that we don't have any specials time after time. I have to ask for people's phone numbers and addresses and last names time after time. I have to explain that the baked spaghetti comes with three toppings time after time. I have to explain that pepperoni doesn't come on the pizza sub unless you order it that way time after time. I have, hands-down, the most irritating, repetitive job, and therefore, I work just as hard as everyone else. Plus, when we get busy, I am on my feet and busting my ass just as much as the next guy. Yet everyone thinks I am lazy and pointless. Even though they imply this, whenever I have to run to the bathroom (because God forbid the "phone girl" has a bladder too!) no one wants to answer the phone. No one will fill in for me when Kati/Jenna/I needs a night off. If it's so fucking easy and pointless, why don't you try doing it, bucko? Just a suggestion.
Well, there you go. That's my list of complaints. I feel a little bit better now. No one likes their job. I know that. I am no different. This is a not a career. It is a way for me to pay for this and that and the other thing while attending high school. It is how I put gas in my car and music is my CD player and jeans on my legs and school lunch in my mouth. I work all of the time and I have little to show for it. Right now, I currently have $2.37 in my checking account. Sad, sad, sad. But I know that it will not always be this way, and it gives me hope. I know that I will not always be working there. I know that I have bigger and better things in store for myself, and that gives me hope at the end of a strenuous, heart-wrenching workday like today.
I hate going to work. I don't know if I've mentioned that lately. But I absolutely despise it. And let me tell you why. Here's a list that I compiled in my head tonight, just so I could come home and share it with you all for entertainment purposes.
1.) MANAGEMENT
My bosses are brother and sister. Breck and Connie. Both of them are kind of... dumb. Most of the time. They can be really sweet. But really dumb. For example, tonight Connie raised holy hell because one of the thousands of televisions in the bar area wasn't working. Granted, it was the only television not working. It was just a black screen displaying some kind of message about how the bill wasn't paid or something and service was disconnected, and to call such and such a number for assistance. So she came up to the phones, called the number plastered on the screen, and waited on hold for 15 minutes. She got pissed and hung up and called back. Mind you, by doing this, she is tying up one of the two phone lines we use for taking customer orders; therefore, she is making us lose business. I suggested calling them on a cell phone, and she just stared at me. Another example of my frustration occurs when a customer calls and complains and asks to speak to a manager. When I attempt to hand the phone off to Connie or Breck, they always say, "Well, uh, just tell them that... *fill in the blank with chosen excuse as to why order was late/cold/messed up.*" They make ME deliver the message even when the customer asks to speak to management. I always have to be the bearer of bad news, and I just take the fucking order. I don't make orders. Or ticket them. Or deliver them. But whenever there's a mistake, it's ALLLLLLL my fault. Then the other half of management consists of Jeremiah, Abbagale, and most recently, Chris. This Chris fellow was hired a month ago, and he is ALREADY a manager, which I think is a little screwy. Anyways. Jeremiah is a hard worker... I will give him that despite my personal feelings towards the man. But he also fucks around and teases people in the kitchen despite the fact that he is, on average, at least 5-7 years older than 90% of the kitchen staff. He is pretty immature most of the time, and when he's in a bad mood, boy howdy. Yet whenever I seem disgruntled, he acts like I am the world's biggest bitch. OK. Done talking about Miah now. Abby is okay but she doesn't actually do any physical labor when she is there. She sits at the bar, talks to friends, eats food, flirts with the bartender who is her off and on boyfriend... etc. I like her, but geesh. Manager? I think the title is slightly inaccurate. "Glorified employee" works better. Chris seems to be okay, but what the hell? I don't understand how the guy is a manager. Just an opinion.
2.) DRUGS/ALCOHOL
Not to sound harsh, but I work with a bunch of fucking potheads and alcoholics. Everyone, EVERYONE there drinks and parties except for me. Every. Single. Person. Troy, who works in the kitchen, is a sweet kid, but he deals drugs out of the fucking restaurant. Questionable people are constantly coming in, asking for him, stumbling incoherently into the kitchen, asking for money, asking for "some of that." Chuck, one of the waiters, pulls him aside all the time and whispers about how much it would be for this or that. Troy is sixteen, and I find this sad. Levi is hung-over most of the time. Mandy, a waitress, just turned 21 a few months ago, and drinks after work to the point of shit-faced-dom every single time she drinks. She misplaces her purse. She stands on tables. She screams and mumbles. She is the stereotypical annoying drunk. I get really tired having to be around these people so often. They are nice for the most part, but their constant mentioning and partaking of the party life sort of, uh, annoys me. There's so much more to life than getting sauced/high every day. Just a thought.
3.) PEOPLE THAT CALL AND ASK FOR OTHER PEOPLE
Every time this happens, I want to slaughter on the spot. People, random people, random stranger people, call the restaurant. I answer. They ask, "Hey, is Bob there?" Me, "Uh... is Bob an employee?" They say, "NO! Bob's at the bar/Bob's eating with his friend Jill/Bob's somewhere in the dining room." WHAT THE FUCK?! We don't have a paging system. We don't take people's names and physical descriptions at the door. We don't go up to every single person in the restaurant and ask them if they are Bob. ARGH! I FUCKING HATE IT! What kind of idiot calls a restaurant, a busy packed bar-esque restaurant with tons of customers and about 50 employees, and expects you to know if someone they know is there? Just a question.
4.) LACK OF RESPECT/APPRECIATION/KINDNESS
I am generally treated like a worthless employee. Sure, I sit more than most of the people who work there. I don't have to roll dough or fill dressings or work the oven or deliver food or mix drinks or wait on tables. And when we're dead, I literally do nothing. But I have to deal with customers more than anyone else, even the waiters/waitresses, on a nightly basis, and I get blamed for every discrepancy. Also, I have to read the list of the 20 different kinds of subs we have time after time. I have to tell people that we don't have any specials time after time. I have to ask for people's phone numbers and addresses and last names time after time. I have to explain that the baked spaghetti comes with three toppings time after time. I have to explain that pepperoni doesn't come on the pizza sub unless you order it that way time after time. I have, hands-down, the most irritating, repetitive job, and therefore, I work just as hard as everyone else. Plus, when we get busy, I am on my feet and busting my ass just as much as the next guy. Yet everyone thinks I am lazy and pointless. Even though they imply this, whenever I have to run to the bathroom (because God forbid the "phone girl" has a bladder too!) no one wants to answer the phone. No one will fill in for me when Kati/Jenna/I needs a night off. If it's so fucking easy and pointless, why don't you try doing it, bucko? Just a suggestion.
Well, there you go. That's my list of complaints. I feel a little bit better now. No one likes their job. I know that. I am no different. This is a not a career. It is a way for me to pay for this and that and the other thing while attending high school. It is how I put gas in my car and music is my CD player and jeans on my legs and school lunch in my mouth. I work all of the time and I have little to show for it. Right now, I currently have $2.37 in my checking account. Sad, sad, sad. But I know that it will not always be this way, and it gives me hope. I know that I will not always be working there. I know that I have bigger and better things in store for myself, and that gives me hope at the end of a strenuous, heart-wrenching workday like today.
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I shall be saving Garden State for when it is needed. I hope he makes more.