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sooo... this is going to be annoying. sorry in advance.
i fucking hate my job (still/again/more). today was about the millionth day in a row i worked alone (imagine keeping any kind of restaurant open for 8 hours with ONE WORKER inside. you dont do that shit) which was bad enough, if all kinds of little things didn't keep going wrong the whole time. finally around 9:30 paco, this really drunk homeless dude from puerto rico comes in and sits down. angel, who was there already for third shift says he may as well just leave right now or shes calling the cops (paco's banned from 3rd shift for stealing tips or some crap like that). he's drunk as hell and just sits in the booth grinning stupidly at everyone and talking loudly. i like paco and dont feel like having to deal with the cops today so i try coaxing him to come outside with me (it sometimes works if you 'invite' them out instead of forcing) by saying we don't WANT to call the cops on him. finally he stands up and starts swaying violently back and forth. i grab his arm and start leading him out the door- he's stumbling all over the place and ready to fall over as soon as i let go. we get outside and i tell him i'm going to sit him on this grassy hill on the side of the restaurant. he says no, he'll just stand next to this big pillar. okay, i prop him up against it, ask if he's alright. yes he is, thank you honey. turn around and start walking away, when BAM. i turn around, paco is passed out cold on the concrete with a tiny pool of blood slowly forming around his head. i shriek, run in and call 911. they come take him away and question me about the incident- i have nothing to worry about since 10 or 15 people inside the place saw exactly what happened and it's also on surveylence cameras. no need to worry about getting in trouble with the law about this.
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i leave right at ten feeling dizzy and sick- bursting into tears would have helped but they just woudn't come. got stopped by 3 different people on the way begging for money b/c they were SOOOOOOO hungry- all three reeked of booze and 2 hit me up on a regular basis. my stance is to give change with disgression- if i smell alcohol i'll most likely pick a little something up from a nearby store/restaurant. if it's the same person over and over, probably not. tonight i felt.. a burning hatred or something against all these people. i try to be nice and help them out a little bit and they come back and try sticking a death on my head. (i'm very ashamed now.. it was just a terrible terrible day and the worst thoughts were in my head.)
i took a turn one block earlier than normal to avoid fuel and all the homeless people who beg in front of there- this road was a little darker and less crowded. made me uneasy. suddenly something just NAILED me on the head- it felt like my skull had cracked in two and i staggered for a minute. the first thought that came to mind was 'oh shit, i've been shot. this is so typical- perfect end to a perfect day.' i regained my balance and looked around the area trying to figure out what i'd been hit with. i still have no fucking clue. just assuming someone from a second story pelted me with something for some reason. i was probably offending them in some way and deserved it. still.. baffling. i have a lump on the top of my head now, and no idea what put it there. i found nothing in the area that could have caused that. strange.
so there's that, and an impending accidental murder on my head right now. i have no idea if paco's okay or not. i dont know what the hell i'll do if he's really hurt. i didn't ask for this, i'm not up to dealing with it. i'm so exhausted and depressed.
i fucking hate my job (still/again/more). today was about the millionth day in a row i worked alone (imagine keeping any kind of restaurant open for 8 hours with ONE WORKER inside. you dont do that shit) which was bad enough, if all kinds of little things didn't keep going wrong the whole time. finally around 9:30 paco, this really drunk homeless dude from puerto rico comes in and sits down. angel, who was there already for third shift says he may as well just leave right now or shes calling the cops (paco's banned from 3rd shift for stealing tips or some crap like that). he's drunk as hell and just sits in the booth grinning stupidly at everyone and talking loudly. i like paco and dont feel like having to deal with the cops today so i try coaxing him to come outside with me (it sometimes works if you 'invite' them out instead of forcing) by saying we don't WANT to call the cops on him. finally he stands up and starts swaying violently back and forth. i grab his arm and start leading him out the door- he's stumbling all over the place and ready to fall over as soon as i let go. we get outside and i tell him i'm going to sit him on this grassy hill on the side of the restaurant. he says no, he'll just stand next to this big pillar. okay, i prop him up against it, ask if he's alright. yes he is, thank you honey. turn around and start walking away, when BAM. i turn around, paco is passed out cold on the concrete with a tiny pool of blood slowly forming around his head. i shriek, run in and call 911. they come take him away and question me about the incident- i have nothing to worry about since 10 or 15 people inside the place saw exactly what happened and it's also on surveylence cameras. no need to worry about getting in trouble with the law about this.
!!!
i leave right at ten feeling dizzy and sick- bursting into tears would have helped but they just woudn't come. got stopped by 3 different people on the way begging for money b/c they were SOOOOOOO hungry- all three reeked of booze and 2 hit me up on a regular basis. my stance is to give change with disgression- if i smell alcohol i'll most likely pick a little something up from a nearby store/restaurant. if it's the same person over and over, probably not. tonight i felt.. a burning hatred or something against all these people. i try to be nice and help them out a little bit and they come back and try sticking a death on my head. (i'm very ashamed now.. it was just a terrible terrible day and the worst thoughts were in my head.)
i took a turn one block earlier than normal to avoid fuel and all the homeless people who beg in front of there- this road was a little darker and less crowded. made me uneasy. suddenly something just NAILED me on the head- it felt like my skull had cracked in two and i staggered for a minute. the first thought that came to mind was 'oh shit, i've been shot. this is so typical- perfect end to a perfect day.' i regained my balance and looked around the area trying to figure out what i'd been hit with. i still have no fucking clue. just assuming someone from a second story pelted me with something for some reason. i was probably offending them in some way and deserved it. still.. baffling. i have a lump on the top of my head now, and no idea what put it there. i found nothing in the area that could have caused that. strange.
so there's that, and an impending accidental murder on my head right now. i have no idea if paco's okay or not. i dont know what the hell i'll do if he's really hurt. i didn't ask for this, i'm not up to dealing with it. i'm so exhausted and depressed.