Phew! Vs 2.0
Originally published at Closed Doors. You can comment here or there.
so, i signed up for a specific course. It was cancelled due to lack of interest, which means i was running around like a headless chook signing up for alternate courses. This also resulted in me being the last few people in class to sign up for tutorials and therefore have terribly undesirable classes for tutorials: ones that ends at 8 or 9 pm at night. Looking at my time table now, my timings are something like:
9a.m to 2 p.m, and then 6-8 p.m
for most days!
Last week was the greatest testament to my endurance. I am extremely sore all over now, and just want to flip the finger at everyone and anyone in particular.
Work wise, I kind of went stupid and got too worried about labour costs and people’s opinions. In reality, I think my care factor was a huge 0, at the same time I have seen some of the emails being sent off in the heat of the moment from my boss to others. I felt like he feels everything’s being shitty because no one cares about him. So, I bite my tongue about others in management and just do everything myself.
Last week, with the combination of classes, I have been going home from work at 3a.m.
Albert, one of my boss’s mates, decided to pull me aside to have a chat. He thought it was for some “glory” or something. In all honesty, if not for the fact that I lost the key within the restaurant, or because an asshole decided to be an asshole, I wouldn’t have mentioned anything about me staying on late. So, it wasn’t about glory because cleaning toilets is a sure path to shit-dom. I was just trying to cut down on colleague friction, infighting, inbitching - whatever you want to name it.
oh, and not to mention labor costs.
Let me explain. The week after World Youth Day, in, what I thought was a very fair decision, I was made to close every single night I worked for the week. At one stage though, Albert did mentioned he was going to close it instead of me, but for some odd reason made me stay on and clean on. So, an anticipated 10p.m finish ended up being a midnight finish.
On the friday night of that week, we had a massive crowd: an office party was held that booked out the entire 6 tops section and had a bar tab of 1500 minimum running. We had a shitty lunch that day, so I decided to leave the tab on for a little longer and then close it at 1600. It is not in my work ethic to ask a customer to “please leave now that you have paid your bills” and blah. I think it’s fairly rude, and for a group that’s pretty much forked out 3k in meals and drinks by the end of the night, I wasn’t about to raise their ire by chasing them out (even though they were probably too drunk to even know).
But, I didn’t want to keep more staffs on than I need, to cut on costs. So I sent them home at 11, and stayed till 2.45 a.m cleaning up after them, the toilets, resetting the tables, not to mention all the wonderful delightful vomits they performed. It wasn’t till someone called me, and notify me that If i don’t leave in 15mins, the security WILL CALL MY BOSS, that I ran for my life, leaving about half a section unmopped and the bar with 3 trays of dirty glasses.
Obviously, I overslept. Dan, a manager who is one of those people who comes and goes from the business depending on his personal life and job offers, decided to throw a tantrum. Partly because I was late, partly because I left shit un-done for him in the morning. I apologized when I arrived (even though I highly didn’t need to and didn’t care to), but he just hrmphed at me, and sent everyone off. leaving me without being properly handed over and half a restaurant worth of customers to “fly solo”.
And it’s not that I can’t manage flying solo, because that’s what I am used to in the afternoons.
It was the bitching thereafter that, through the grapevine, that I overheard. Oh, the bitchiness and vindictiveness.
Albert reckons we should stop being children and start working as a team, and stop bitching about each other. I find it just a little bit hard after all these. Aside from the lack of professionalism (which I suffer from time to time anyways, so let’s not pot call the kettle black k?), I absolutely adored how he flies down and tells me how stupid I am in the middle of service, between staffs and customers. He’s been here a grand total of what, a year. Flusters at the slightest crowd or lack of staff, refuses to get his hands dirty, is constantly late if the bosses aren’t around and take smoke breaks the equivalent of lunch breaks.
Meanwhile, when I do occasionally turn up late, there’s a massive witch hunt, finger pointing and bitching. I pay half of my “staff meals”, cleans up whenever I have to, fly solo or run 3 sections by myself because the business needs it and since I don’t smoke, I don’t get smoke breaks. I make mistakes, but so does he. I make mistakes that I can fix myself, but he flies into a rage when he makes mistakes or just apologize and runs away into a corner.
So tell me, how much patience do I need, and how do I work as a team with someone who’s not consistent with his work ethics?
I should start making this the “Panda work bitchings” blog, because it’s turned into that
… in the interim, I shall refrain from trying to stab everyone i see :p