♚ {28} - RAAAAAAAAAAAAANT because I need to.
This is a rant. A big one. Read at your own risk. It's full of spelling and grammar mistakes because I can't be arsed to re-read it again! I actually recommend you scroll on by :)
Two things have been really frustrating me recently. Work and parents. Not my parents, we're good. Well, me and Ma are good but I haven't spoke to Pa in like a month (and I don't really give a damn). The parents of my Brownies.
I have been a Brownie leader since I was on 13, so that's six years. I've only really had real authority for the last two years when I stopped being a big kid to them. And I've begun to notice how fucking annoying and even incapable some parents are. We're not a babysitting service, we're not a place for you to dump your kids for a couple of hours so you can have some piece and quiet. We're not there to make your life easier. We are volunteers, we gain nothing other than personal satisfaction from all this time we give. So how dare you come into the hall an hour late to pick up your daughter making cracks and joke about getting an extra hours pay. Because we don't get paid. I am a full-time student, the others all have full-time jobs. The money you pay every week pays for the resources we use, pens, paper, craft materials and subsidies trips so the kids can go to the fire station or the beach. You think we could have a paypacket after all that? The money you pay goes to enriching your child's life. In this day and age it gets them out from in front of the TV, running around, learning, playing. And by the weight of some of the girls, they seriously need it.
You don't care what happens as long as you get some peace for a couple of hours. So when we send out letters asking for parental help, volunteers for a rota where they would just have to help out one night a month we get no takers. So yeah we may have to close because we have too many girls and not enough adults to run it. That's 25 different families that can't provide one person for a couple of hours a month, where all they would have to do is sit there while we run things.
I just angers me so so much. Even more so than work does, which is what I will rant about now.
I can't deal with some of the guilt that they lay on at work. My shifts mostly revolve around being rung up, the day before or even just a couple of hours before the begining of a shift because they need an extra pair of hands. I say yes nearly everytime and the one time I say no because I am just too physically tired (after a Brownie sleepover btw) you lay on the guilt really thick. But no it's your own damn fault. You spring two trainee's on me a couple of nights before on a busy night with over 80 booked in. I did not have enough time to train them to do anything other than take out food (and I got asked a billion times the table numbers) so I had to take orders, re-lay tables, prep desserts, plate-up desserts for over 80 people. So when you lay on the guilt saying that you only have one waitress and two trainees down on the rota for tonight I'm not gonna care. Because you should know better. Saturdays are the busiest nights of the week, so having two girls not knowing what the fuck they are doing is really a bad idea. Wouldn't it be better if you maybe had them in on an evening during the week when it was quiet so you can go through everything? Nope, obviously sounds like too much of a good idea.
I also got accused of lying by my boss. I was getting sent home early by the owner (he does this a lot to save money, but it usually ends up biting him in the ass) when he came in because it was dead except for a table of 8 and one of 4 and that was fine. So went into the kitchen and told the Head Chef that I was leaving and that if there were any desserts ordered he would have to plate them up because the other waitress would be on the bar covering the barmaid's 2hr break. He flat out refused. As kitchen manager it is his job to do those things when there is not a waitress. So fine, I went out and told the owner what he said. But 10 minutes later he turns around saying that he didn't say it and that I'm making it up. Seriously? What would I have to gain from lying at this exact moment in time?
But one good thing is that I found out they've been overpaying me for two years! And they cannot legally ask me for the money back because it was their error ^_________^ Thats about £700 quid you could have saved yourselves HAH. I don't really mind that I know only earn £4.92 an hour now becase the smug satisfying feeling makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside XD
Two things have been really frustrating me recently. Work and parents. Not my parents, we're good. Well, me and Ma are good but I haven't spoke to Pa in like a month (and I don't really give a damn). The parents of my Brownies.
I have been a Brownie leader since I was on 13, so that's six years. I've only really had real authority for the last two years when I stopped being a big kid to them. And I've begun to notice how fucking annoying and even incapable some parents are. We're not a babysitting service, we're not a place for you to dump your kids for a couple of hours so you can have some piece and quiet. We're not there to make your life easier. We are volunteers, we gain nothing other than personal satisfaction from all this time we give. So how dare you come into the hall an hour late to pick up your daughter making cracks and joke about getting an extra hours pay. Because we don't get paid. I am a full-time student, the others all have full-time jobs. The money you pay every week pays for the resources we use, pens, paper, craft materials and subsidies trips so the kids can go to the fire station or the beach. You think we could have a paypacket after all that? The money you pay goes to enriching your child's life. In this day and age it gets them out from in front of the TV, running around, learning, playing. And by the weight of some of the girls, they seriously need it.
You don't care what happens as long as you get some peace for a couple of hours. So when we send out letters asking for parental help, volunteers for a rota where they would just have to help out one night a month we get no takers. So yeah we may have to close because we have too many girls and not enough adults to run it. That's 25 different families that can't provide one person for a couple of hours a month, where all they would have to do is sit there while we run things.
I just angers me so so much. Even more so than work does, which is what I will rant about now.
I can't deal with some of the guilt that they lay on at work. My shifts mostly revolve around being rung up, the day before or even just a couple of hours before the begining of a shift because they need an extra pair of hands. I say yes nearly everytime and the one time I say no because I am just too physically tired (after a Brownie sleepover btw) you lay on the guilt really thick. But no it's your own damn fault. You spring two trainee's on me a couple of nights before on a busy night with over 80 booked in. I did not have enough time to train them to do anything other than take out food (and I got asked a billion times the table numbers) so I had to take orders, re-lay tables, prep desserts, plate-up desserts for over 80 people. So when you lay on the guilt saying that you only have one waitress and two trainees down on the rota for tonight I'm not gonna care. Because you should know better. Saturdays are the busiest nights of the week, so having two girls not knowing what the fuck they are doing is really a bad idea. Wouldn't it be better if you maybe had them in on an evening during the week when it was quiet so you can go through everything? Nope, obviously sounds like too much of a good idea.
I also got accused of lying by my boss. I was getting sent home early by the owner (he does this a lot to save money, but it usually ends up biting him in the ass) when he came in because it was dead except for a table of 8 and one of 4 and that was fine. So went into the kitchen and told the Head Chef that I was leaving and that if there were any desserts ordered he would have to plate them up because the other waitress would be on the bar covering the barmaid's 2hr break. He flat out refused. As kitchen manager it is his job to do those things when there is not a waitress. So fine, I went out and told the owner what he said. But 10 minutes later he turns around saying that he didn't say it and that I'm making it up. Seriously? What would I have to gain from lying at this exact moment in time?
But one good thing is that I found out they've been overpaying me for two years! And they cannot legally ask me for the money back because it was their error ^_________^ Thats about £700 quid you could have saved yourselves HAH. I don't really mind that I know only earn £4.92 an hour now becase the smug satisfying feeling makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside XD