Bitchin' About Work
It was 3:39am when I walked in the door of my apartment. Since the kitchen at work stops taking orders at 2:00am, that alone tells you I had a really shitty night. Ten minutes before two, one of the barbacks ordered his meal, then a couple of cops came in and made a big order at five minutes before two. One of them didn't even tip their server, despite the fact that cops eat free at Dark Horse. When you don't even have to pay for your food, how hard is it to scrape a couple of bucks together for the guy who gets paid less than three dollars an hour. I get paid the same no matter what, but servers live off their tips and it pisses me off when people don't at least give a little.
So, getting all those orders right at two meant that I had to fuck up all the closing stuff I'd already done and had to start all over. Then after I was done closing, I had to wait like 20 minutes for Dark Ruth to check me out. It was after three when she finally got around to it, then she had the audacity to tell me to do stuff that wasn't my responsibility and she knew it. She even said it..."I know it isn't your responsibility but...". Granted, it was little shit that only took me an extra five minutes, but still...that really fucking burns me. By the time I clocked out and started my mile long hike home I was more irriated than someone that had run naked through a briarpatch, rolled around in poison ivy, then went swimming in habanero extract.
Anyway, I feel better now that I've vented about it. That's not all that's aggravating me about work. I overheard Dark Dustin talking shit about Dark Dan to Dark Rob, making shit up. I hate Dustin so fucking much. I was starting to be okay with him, but trying to get my friend into shit with bullshit has put him back on my shitlist. I've been busting my nuts too hard trying to get Dan back on over there to have Dustin trying to fuck it up. Fortunately, it's already been decided that Dan can have his job back, which means I don't have to quit to go to Florida though I might just quit anyway. I'm trying to hold out until after my vacation, to see if that cures the teeth grinding tension I've been feeling about work lately.
It was 3:39am when I walked in the door of my apartment. Since the kitchen at work stops taking orders at 2:00am, that alone tells you I had a really shitty night. Ten minutes before two, one of the barbacks ordered his meal, then a couple of cops came in and made a big order at five minutes before two. One of them didn't even tip their server, despite the fact that cops eat free at Dark Horse. When you don't even have to pay for your food, how hard is it to scrape a couple of bucks together for the guy who gets paid less than three dollars an hour. I get paid the same no matter what, but servers live off their tips and it pisses me off when people don't at least give a little.
So, getting all those orders right at two meant that I had to fuck up all the closing stuff I'd already done and had to start all over. Then after I was done closing, I had to wait like 20 minutes for Dark Ruth to check me out. It was after three when she finally got around to it, then she had the audacity to tell me to do stuff that wasn't my responsibility and she knew it. She even said it..."I know it isn't your responsibility but...". Granted, it was little shit that only took me an extra five minutes, but still...that really fucking burns me. By the time I clocked out and started my mile long hike home I was more irriated than someone that had run naked through a briarpatch, rolled around in poison ivy, then went swimming in habanero extract.
Anyway, I feel better now that I've vented about it. That's not all that's aggravating me about work. I overheard Dark Dustin talking shit about Dark Dan to Dark Rob, making shit up. I hate Dustin so fucking much. I was starting to be okay with him, but trying to get my friend into shit with bullshit has put him back on my shitlist. I've been busting my nuts too hard trying to get Dan back on over there to have Dustin trying to fuck it up. Fortunately, it's already been decided that Dan can have his job back, which means I don't have to quit to go to Florida though I might just quit anyway. I'm trying to hold out until after my vacation, to see if that cures the teeth grinding tension I've been feeling about work lately.